Sex. The last frontier.

With Eat Love Pray hitting the theaters, and copies of the book being given out amongst women, the story about finding oneself and realizing who you are is not lost on me. It's been something I've been attempting to figure out for a long time. I know I've always been me, and that is satisfying if simple to realize. Perhaps the simplicity of this just 'being me' is what is tricking me from time to time. Who am I? What am I? What will I do in times of stress, hardship or joy? I know this: I am my best when under pressure, when things are tight, I just tuck my head down, roll up my sleeves and get to work. Grimy or not. *grin* When times are good, when someone who is a relatively good and sane person loves me or could be seen as a potential love interest, I immediately shoot myself in the foot. I become 'not myself' and fall apart in a spectacular doubting mess. Those who know me shake their heads and tell me to stop being afraid. I am so seemingly unafraid of so much yet vulnerability and relating such with another human being? ACKKKKK!

There are classes on sexuality, learning different things, techniques, possibly learning what my preferences are, that kind of thing. It'll be my own Eat Love Pray, without having to leave home in order to do it. I can discover my own undiscovered country. It will be a great learning experience. It's time to know me as a woman and what I want in a sexual partner once and for all. And I won't get fat or starve in the process.