Dear fellow steemers:
For my second post I thought I would begin sharing journal entries from my path to understanding the mind/body/soul connection and how it pertained to me. These posts are surely NSFW or for anyone who has a tight grip on reality. That being said enjoy and please feel free to comment...I'd love to hear from you.
Cheers.
Why not begin at THE END?
I have a hemorrhoid. I did what most folks would do in similar situations. No, I didn't see a proctologist or a gastroenterologist. I didn't use suave, nor witch hazel or God fucking forbid a rectal suppository. Let it be known, that I didn't increase my water or fiber intake. Neither have I started exercising in which I am desperately in need. I simply went online and became an ordained minister. Not a run of the mill internet minister that can perform marriage ceremonies and baptisms... for that wouldn't suffice nor deaden the pain in my asshole.
Funerals. That's would be my wheelhouse, the dead.
Or should I say? Death, dying, finito, end of the line maintenance? I have to be honest for the first time in my life, through my own impending end that I am and have always been a time watcher. A person of the "head bound", a non liver that has done everything in their power to have the rest of the world experience them as alive, present and open to adventure or life's ride.
Funny, it took one little protruding vein. Humbling in size, shape and needs to bring me here. To bring me to honesty. To throb me into the world of the living.
Next up? Essay 2: Tonsil stones, blowjobs and oral health
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