In life there are several things that arouse in me what I like to call Mini Orgasms. I think if I was leading a sexually active life (I complete agree with Diablo Cody - the term sexually active is awful. What, was I deactivated all the while before I rode the train of love? I don't think so! No deactivation button there, my thoughts have always been dirty), I wouldn't feel the need to express my gratitude at the existence of this phenomenon in my life. But since, as is implied, my sexual life is not as fruitful as the fertile Nile Delta in the wet season (pun intended), I am left to be thankful.
Yes, Mini Orgasms it is. Although I cannot put my finger on the origin of all the warm fuzzy feelings that explode within my body from time to time, I'm sure that has to do with the fact that I'm naturally hormonally imbalanced. I don't have it on paper but I'm positive I could collect an ample amount of witnesses to nod to the statement "She's one hell of a special person" or in other words, moody and annoying. My last mini orgasm came when I was thinking about playing Twister in our garden at night with Frankie Lymon. So yes, the origin of some of these remains shrouded with a veil of mystery.
However, there are quite a few that I can name quite specifically. Music, food, engaging in an activity that makes your heart swell with passion (i.e. my current embarking on putting down my thoughts), food again, a good drink and content of the soul. For me the feeling of standing up on stage, moving my body to the exact intricate sounds of music that seemed carved for it will never cease to make me feel alive. Neither will the feeling of delicious food melting in my mouth in an explosion of tastes (no I am not taking this from a Jamie Oliver cookbook nor do I mean it in a kitchy way). Last week, I had steak laid on top of roasted bananas with pine nuts and coconuts. However odd, I felt at one with the universe while ingesting the food, however futile. (yum yum yum!)
Of course, there is then the enemy of all, alcohol. However dangerous, tabu and over (or under) rated, when I put on my finest clothes and sit by that bar, sipping on something that literally makes my insides warm, I don't feel anything close to sin. Forbidden fruit is always delicious if you know how much to savor. It's because of these mini orgasms that I appreciate life a bit more and I'm saddened that the word orgasm carries with it a vulgar connotation. For although life can be vulgar sometimes, the appreciation of it never should.
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