I recently got a book from the library called 'Full Exposure: Opening Up to your Sexual Creativity and Erotic Expression' by Susue Bright. Right before I started reading it, I had a experience that really brought something home to me. I'll tell you about the experience first, and then explain why I mention the book.
'The Storm'
It was a tuesday night, and I had just spent three hours in the dance studio - the first hour I was picking a song and practicing for the final performance class that the level 3's were having next. The last hour was the final class of a lower level, where the students bring heels and music to try out with the routine they'd spent the last 6 weeks learning. The class was really fun and they were really into putting more of the dancy/sensual style movements into the basic routine. It was a wonderfully fun class.
After, when I set out home I noticed it was raining. but when I got outside I realized that it wasn't just raining, but there was a full-blown thunderstorm going on. I was super warm from class and didn't want to get my sweater wet in the downpour, so I stuffed it in my bag and sheltered uner the roof overhang until my bus came.Here's the part where I should mention that I absolutely LOVE storms. It's kind of funny to most people, but nature's 'worst' weather is often my favourite. Storms exhilarate me, a heavy downpour feels cleansing, and the calm of grey days (even windy grey days) makes me feel at peace. Sun does nothing for me. Snow is ok, and I love the first few magical snowfalls, but it's the rain, clouds, storms and wind that really hold me. So I was excited about the storm. And apparently that energy is magnetic.
I got to the train platform downtown, running through the rain so as not to end up soaked (still in my tanktop from class - I never got cold enough to pull my sweater out). Once
I make it to shelter, I
can't stop grinning as the lightning flashes and the thunder grumbles loud enough to feel the vibration in my chest. By this time I was fully delighted by the storm, grinning like a fool and trying to guess where to look to catch the next lightning flash. and a guy strikes up a conversation with me. He seems nice enough so we chat for a few minutes until he asks if my family lives here/who I live with. When he hears I have a husband, he suddenly isn't so interested in making conversation anymore. Luckily, my train came pretty quick, which cut back on the awkward (seriously though, who just stops talking when that happens? I mean, sure I'm not available, but at least make polite conversation until one of us manages to leave. sheesh).Then on the train, due to an electrical issue which confused everyone on the train into getting off, except me and a delightfully nerdy guy. So we spent the rest of the ride to my stop talking about D&D and video games and movies (the nerdy topic got started because of the book I was reading).
Then, in the heritage station shelter while I was waiting for bus again, some guy started making comments about the weather and then asked for my number. At this point I'm kind of wondering what's going on. I'm not usually the girl who gets noticed, and people don't often try to talk to me on transit. I finally made it home and bounced right out to the balcony to finish watching the storms and lightning.
And here is where that book comes in. Given my recent experience with the storm and my excitement about it translating into attracting people, this book really made me start thinking about why that was.
In essence, my passion for the storm made me more approachable, because in essence, I was so excited I was spilling that creative energy out and people noticed. They felt it and wanted to be a part of it. And that is the most basic nature of attraction. My two favourite quotes from the book so far are these:
"Sex...is first and always about the capacity to create and feel, and express and connect."
"Too many people have had their delight and amazement worn right out of them. They hide it, and they squelch it, and they let it come out only in the most tortured little ways, thinking they can control it entirely...If you can't remember the last time something pleased you into passion, exclamation, or total silliness, then it's been too long. A lover is someone who can be moved by the smallest things, who can touch without fear."
It gives a much broader view of what can be sexy or sensual or erotically pleasing than just what's culturally acceptable or 'normally' considered to be so. I'm only three or four chapters in, but I have to say already - good book :)
