Dear readers I do apologise for taking so much time between posts, but I have been blessed to have finally discovered my true career, being a Sex Therapist - in case you missed the memo.
In fact, my time has been filled so effortlessly, as sexology has enlivened me (and my partner whom I am told is also blessed) which has in turn made a hunger for more knowledge, so much so that I feel like the units and theory of my course is completing itself. Studying sexology has definitely revealed so much more of me; as a woman, a lover, a best friend and even as a student. I'm proud to boast a little to you now, as my mentors overseas have been impressed with my progress, and have expressed keen enthusiasm for my "Top secret" project.
Right now, I am in clandestine (marvellous word) discussions with key suppliers to make my Sensual Explorer Couples Spa Retreat a reality, which is a dream place that I have merely wished so hard into exsistence! No seriously now, I plan to create a sensory experience that will linger long after fellow sensual explorers leave, and perhaps my products may be made available to explorers worldwide - I'm talking candles, oils and sensual instructional dvd's - So many options!
As my younger sister pointed out to me, I've always loved candles (I told her later, after a few wines, about the sex therapist part I swear!) and now I am even making my own candles, as it's sure to save me heaps of money that could be put straight back into the business. Even so, I'm glad that I supported and trialled many of my local candlemakers wares, as being a customer has given me a wider scope of the quality and standard of candles I wish to make. It will bring me a deep sense of satisfaction to truly create something that can be enjoyed (and you know how much of a stickler I am for quality, scent and price) and better yet to make a beautiful object with my very own bare hands, impowered with skills handed down to me by generations of candlemakers, to perfect and stamp my special candles with a unique stamp of "me"ness.I recommend "honing a craft" to anyone, rather than just being mindless consumers who buy, buy, buy, instead take a step back and learn a craft, and learn it well, so that you can create a masterpiece with your own hands and thoughts. From there, it doesn't matter whether you sell it for profits or just admire it, as creation for creation's sake is surely a peaceful, proud feeling. Ask God - he's made heaps of stuff.
Speaking personally, it's certainly been a long time since I've made anything, my mind stretching back now, to a skinny, skivvy wearing freckly girl in art class at primary school (that's me), and I'm bent over like an old fisherwoman, pinching a rim around a lopsided clay pot with tiny pink fingers, all with intense seriousness. You didn't want any cracks in the pot, or it would explode and Miss Crawley wouldn't be happy with you. Which is why I am carefully placing the precarious pot into the school's kiln, whilst silently reciting a prayer to the almighty "Kiln" Gods that Be" to not choose my feeble pinchpot to blow to smithereens and to focus their infernal fiery rage on the hideously crude teapot beside mine. Fast forward 23 days to Christmas Day and we are now gazing down upon a modern day nativity scene, I'm curled into the memory of sitting on my Father's lap at Christmas, beaming with silent joy and pride, when my father finally (after draining a syrupy thick coffee) unwrapped my handiwork, marvelling as if Picasso himself had brightly daubed the ashtray in his football team's colours. Ahh Memories..
To those who care of such things, the Sex Therapist course is coming along well, I particularly enjoy the Anatomy units. I've also enjoyed watching Nina Hartley's Guide to Erotic Massage, Female Oral Sex, Male Masturbation Techniques - seriously she is a little older in these instructional DVD's but the orgy scene at the end of one of them made me blush! Then I reached for Mr Boo (he is a person, not a toy) and created some of my own expertise, let me tell you. I already have my xmas wishlist ; One Orgy. Must contain: One sexy Mrs Robinson type, blonde, silicon, two co-eds (think Girls Gone Wild in Brazil) 3 Studs (no 80's feathered do's or pleather g-strings please) and of course me and Mr Boo. Plus 2 Ltrs of Intimo Massage Oil (Seduction) and an inflatable queensized mattress. (Seen from a hot japanese (of course) massage "tutorial.) That is all I want for Christmas, pretty please, with a vaginal dam on top!
Now that most of my readership has clicked away in disgust, I should add that I am deeply moved to an almost spiritual level by my "findings" exploring the tantra world with Mr Boo. I have learnt that the journey is just as exciting as the destination. I always thought Tantra meant, denying yourself the pleasure - whoa, was I wrong about that. I'll post more on that later - I am curious to see if my readers are offended so far by my post, and do not wish to oblierate my miniscule reader audience in one foul swoop. Awesome. Is anyone still reading along??
Hypothetically speaking, as I am only just beggining to put the pieces together, my personal sex therapy will concentrate on creating a "magical environment" but in order to do so I must dedicate a good 70% of my learning to the scientific purposes of pleasure, the human form and the pyshcological benefits of lovemaking and it is this part of my study which I have found enlightening to say the least. Perhaps if more women knew the eight pleasure spots on a man, maybe the world would be a better place? To be honest with you, I've always wanted to be a Dr, but had to give it away when I realised that I feinted at the sight of gizzards (courtesy of the stray dog that got hit outside our house by a speeding truck) Dare I say, that I think I have now made peace with myself (career wise) and quietened my restless ambition and spirit?
Hmm. Most people would think "Sexology" is easy, as in "You just "do" it", but there is a lot of theory involved. Other study units on the horizon look even harder than I would have thought, so I will have limited time to write journal entries but I'm assured that my qualifications will make my adventures even more readable and relevant to other Sensual Explorers as we pass the time and study more. Nowdays, My moniker "Miss Nikki" is alive and unvieled, and this new forum design suits me much better I think - I hope the readers enjoy it. Finally, this change in career brings me infinite joy (and not just from Mr Boo in the practical sessions either!) that I think only comes from finding and following your calling in life. I'm impressed that I didn't go crawling back into office.
I've only told a few close friends of my plans to become a Sexual Therapist. I'm planning to connect up my other blog to this site this week, so I want to make sure that people know that I am directly contactable ONLY through email " firstname.lastname@example.org" should they wish to make genuine enquiry about my/our services and tantra training practise. Perhaps you would like to share your experiences or recieve the link to my other sexual therapy forum.
I won't be posting any details or mentioning services as that is against the law in Queensland, so I hope my readers take note of that and be suitably discreet. One can only hope! I'm not a "callgirl" nor do I "charge by the hour", I have a holistic approach and a course of erotic surrender that takes weeks of visits, a layered journey of the sensual world of a sensual explorer. So no creepy emails or propositions please (I'm not for hire in THAT sense of the word) I don't have a price list or whatever - as my partner and I tailor every encounter towards what they (we assist couples and singles who wish to know about tantra or intimacy therapy) wish to explore and the format of what we do or specifics are only made known to those who wish to arrive at their own spectacular sensual discovery. I am very interested though, in hearing from other "Sensual Explorers" who take pride in being active lovers, that seek out erotica and beyond to enrich their connection both sexually and spiritually (in a tantra sense) and welcome your links and product reccomendations for my review or study. You can also send me samples and freebies at my mail box (to the left sidebar) but I think that is just wishful thinking! But I wish!!!!
For Australian's (to whom you must know diary, we have tall poppy syndrome, which means we don't really like one up-manship or Mel Gibson) my friends seem relieved (that I am no longer have escort attached to my resume) and overjoyed that I have finally found a way to use my "fruitiness" to have a sensibly viable career. My parents, think that I am going to be "just like that lady in "Meet The Fockers" , as you can see, they are not academics and I have often had to refer and draw analogies from their dvd collections to get their head around what I am doing with my life. They are much happier now, as they never did like me/Julia Roberts in that Hooker movie.
Even from my earliest memories (of soft cashmere blankets and warm, milky baths with notes of freesia and gardenia rising up from the steam), I have been enlivened by my senses. I'm suprised that it's taken this long, and with so many hits and misses with relationships and experiences - that I have 'come into myself" (and that is truly how it feels to be a sensual explorer, dear diary)I have I learnt that I can master my enjoyment, and achieve deep orgasmic pleasure from sound, sight, smell and touch. It's nice to know that I will earn my money from helping people feel good about themselves by making loved one's feel good. A nice symbiosis.
I've learnt that my keen olfactory senses can be of use to me now, and I put them to use to ease my bipolar moods, I can literally feel the blossoms working as I'm inhaling a mixture of heavenly oils, blended carefully by using my growing knowledge of aromatherapy ( it's therapeutic benefits to enhance atmosphere and moods, is amazing in the bedroom - ylang ylang it up!) Mr Boo and I jokingly refer to ourselves as "grand hedonists" as we have built our bedroom into a temple of luxurious enjoyment, the spa bath is carefully filled with fragrant oils and encircled with handmade (by myself) soy candles. Tantra music soothes our ears, the chaotic noise pollution of the day melting behind a soft melody of lilting pipes and tingles. As my feet sink into our scandinavian fur rug (fake of course, I am all for animal rights) I gently massage my lover's body, which is outstretched on our Slinky, a marvellous leather recliner which enables us to achieve magnificent intimacy whilst we try variations in our lovemaking. Now, conservatively, it serves as a wonderful massage table, the curves of the chair keeping his back relaxed and suppine, my hands gently carressing the tense aches and pains of the day, leaving only a docile, smiling and serene lover for me to play with for the rest of the night,
Study has never been sooo enjoyable and I haven't even told you about my homework ;)
I'm happy to be back, drug free and loving it! This is what life is all about - letting go of what you wanted to be, and loving all that u can be.