Forum members will know me as a tithing member (seeking advancement to Elder status) of the Sacred Church of Latter Day Hippies.
I tithed there too, until I found out it wasn't "cool" to admit that I loved hallucinating to The Doors and dancing wildly while the strobe light made the black light posters come to life. But I'm reminiscing so it doesn't matter, I am free to look back and enjoy what I see.
First Lord, take 40 years off this body, <poof> I'm thin and wearing my skin tight jeans, halter top and clogs, my hair shines thick and curly down my back. Hoop earrings adorn my lobes and my peace sign necklace shines against my cleavage.
Wine flows freely and I take a hit off a communal joint and laugh with glee at the reverberations of music that makes my body sensuously sway to its wild beat. The days merge together and are filled with explorations of the mind, body and soul, soaring to heights that merge on out-of-body journeys into the stratosphere. We are all one, love is all that matters, our bodies entwine with the grace and beauty that comes from being one with nature.
<fast forward> One day I decided to become a stripper...to be able to gyrate my body in time with the music that carressed my skin. Hands reached out not to touch but to be near as I smiled and glinted with happiness from sharing secret urges with ready men who fantasized in their eyes what I was giving to them with my body. Pure exctasy.
<fast forward> It's any Friday, the work week is over, I'm on a natural high thinking of the weekend ahead. The anticipation of the possibilities make me laugh with glee at the nights to come. I don my costume with creativity, colors sparkle, cloth drapes tightly in all the right places, makeup paints a willing face for attracting delights to come. The choice of which establishment to be the stage for my play(ing) becomes clear and I slip a quart of elixir in my bag of tricks and off I go.
Oh the memories. Glimpses of passion in the moonlight with the stars glittering overhead, or cuddling by firesides, beling held and carressed. The goal was the heights that could be reached, no limits imposed or dragged down wings soaring in glory and unbelievable bliss. The places I've traveled to, sunsets in Mexico, gentle waves against the sands in tropical islands, gazing upward at the tallest of buildings towering majestic in New York, the crowds in Golden Gate Park, one treasured karmic fulfilling journey to Japan, and more...
So much more...THESE are the things I will remember. THESE are the treasured memories I hold dear. They are locked away safe, they are mine to bring out on days like today when I want to go there again. I'll die with a smile on my face, because I have lived like few get to live, Blessed memories, come close again, Let me taste your sweetness, and sleep happy tonight, remembering...
♫ I met my old lover
On the street last night
(he) seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years ♫
Paul Simon
