Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

[Peter_Out]

That's a little dark.

It's how my mind is some days, sadly.

I prefer to think she's playing with her exhibitionist tendencies.

Humiliation, exhibitionism, control, submission. Amazing how a sheer garment can do all that.

Or only some of them. Maybe she, as you said, is playing with her "exhibitionist tendencies" and there is no outside influence on her at all. And as viewers of the photo, we (each) get to decide in the Universes of our own mind.

 

[cascadiabound]

No one told me there was a limited supply...

 

[cascadiabound]

It's how my mind is some days, sadly.





Or only some of them. Maybe she, as you said, is playing with her "exhibitionist tendencies" and there is no outside influence on her at all. And as viewers of the photo, we (each) get to decide in the Universes of our own mind.

Yep. And generally when I post an image I am putting myself somehow in that image.

 

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I needed to learn this today.

 

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Same...

 

[cascadiabound]

Good morning

 

[BornNorCal]

Good morning, indeed. Hopefully it's a fulfilling and joyful one on at least one level.

 

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Yep. I'm an Outlander fan. And who doesn't swoon to most every scene Jamie is in?

Does this make me shallow? I don't care.

 

[cascadiabound]

This was a really helpful bit of writing and reminders for healthy practices. It might be helpful to you too.

Your Body is Not a Democracy, But You Can Reclaim It...

Your nervous system doesn’t read think pieces. It doesn’t care about Supreme Court decisions or policy memos. It cares about survival. And right now, for many of us, that primal part of our brain is screaming, You are not safe. This is why you can’t focus. Why you keep doom-scrolling even though it makes you sick. Why you forget to eat lunch but still check your news alerts like they’re your lifeline.

Dr. Stephen Porges, who developed Polyvagal Theory, explains that when we’re in a chronic state of fight-or-flight, we start seeing everything as a threat — even things that aren’t. Our bodies stop distinguishing between an actual crisis and a perceived one. We can’t think straight. We make impulsive choices. We either shut down completely or live in a constant state of simmering panic. And yet, despite everything, we have to keep moving. We have to find a way to stay present, to stay engaged, to stay here.

Some Practical Ways to Unplug from the Panic Machine (Without Going Numb)

1. Move Your Damn Body

Your nervous system is like a shaken-up soda can right now. You need to release some of that pressure. Walk, stretch, dance in your kitchen, shake your arms out like a weirdo. Whatever it is, just move. Motion reminds your body that you are not, in fact, trapped.

2. Breathe Like You Mean It

When everything feels like too much, try this: Inhale for four counts, hold for four, exhale for six. Do it again. And again. Longer exhales signal to your brain that you are not in immediate danger.

3. Find Your People (And Actually Talk to Them)

Isolation fuels despair. Connect with someone. It doesn’t have to be deep. A funny meme, a check-in text, a two-minute voice message. The science is clear — humans do better when they feel like they belong to something.

4. Let Joy Be a Middle Finger to the Apocalypse

Fascism thrives on fear, on breaking our spirits. So laugh. Find a song that makes you dance. Pet a dog. Eat something delicious. Read something absurd. Small joys are not frivolous — they are defiance.

5. Create One Tiny Ritual That Grounds You

Light a candle in the morning before you have a cuppa and scrolla. Write one sentence in your journal before bed — something that reminds you of what is still good. Make tea with intention. When the world feels like quicksand, rituals remind you where solid ground is.

6. Name What’s Happening, But Don’t Let It Own You

Neuroscientists say that when we name our emotions, they lose some of their grip on us. So say that shit out loud: I am overwhelmed. I am angry. I am exhausted. And then remember — you are not just your fear or pissed-off-ness. You are the person observing it. And that means you still have power.

Why Your Self-Care is a Revolutionary Act...

Trumpism isn’t just a political ideology. It is a psychological operation designed to exhaust, confuse, and demoralize. If we don’t tend to our nervous systems, we burn out before we can resist. And that’s exactly what they want.

So, no, we can’t fix it all today. But we can take a breath. We can shake it out. We can call someone we love. We can resist the collapse into the rabbit hole of despair. Because staying present, staying humanly connected — that is the fight. That is the revolution.

And let’s be clear: self-care isn’t a luxury right now. It’s not an indulgence. It’s not for the people who can “afford” it — it’s for the people who can’t afford not to. You can’t afford to let your nervous system hijack this whole situationship, because we need you. You, fully here, alert, steady. The revolution — the real, daily, ongoing fight for democracy and human dignity — requires people who are present, clear-eyed, and ready.

The people before us fought, suffered, and sacrificed so that you and I could sit here and Google “how to regulate my nervous system.” Pick any social justice movement in the past 30 years — hell, the past 300 — and someone fought so you could live a little easier. Who made that possible for you? Whose struggle helped secure yourfreedoms? Name them, thank them, and then pay it forward. Take care of yourself so that you can keep going, so that you can show up for someone else, so that this moment isn’t the one where we let it all slip away.

Because democracy isn’t just a system. It’s a living, breathing organism that needs tending. And right now, your nervous system is part of that care. Take care of it. Take care of us. Let’s keep going.

- Joy Okoye​

 

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That’s cool

 

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Musings from the guy on the other side of the gym today...

I hate going to the fitness center. But I paid for it...so I show up. That is...I hated it until she showed up. Since that first day...I look forward to sneaking peeks as she works out. I don't know what I love watching the most... maybe it's the sitting fly machine - I can't stop watching how it makes her breasts move with each stroke. My breath catches as her breasts lift and shift as the weight takes her arms back. I begin to imagine cupping them, feeling them move under my hands as she starts her second set. Her breasts look larger than any of my lovers... my mouth waters with the thought of taking them in my mouth...her nipples poking slightly through her sports bra and tee.

She moves to the inclined dumbell fly press. I love watching her breathe there. In through the nose...out through the mouth. Deep breaths. Again, her breasts move up and down with each stroke. Her nipples somehow are more clearly defined here than on the machine. I imagine her aroused nipples- how hard do they get? Does she get turned on from her garments shifting over them or is it from when she works on conditioning? Makes me dream of how long she could go.

Her endurance makes me blush. It's the stair machine that fascinates me. Watching her legs. Watching how her butt cheeks tighten and relax. Knowing how tight she could hold on. Wrapped together as one. Or is it the simple cool down stretches? I can see sweat on her brow. The flushed look...knowing she pushed it...to feel good. To look good. Is it simply for herself? Or does she like it when men look at her because she is fit?

Confidence...oh that's a look I love. When she knows I am looking...but she doesn't hide what she is doing. As the weeks go by...I see her flexibility increasing. Opening my mind to so many fantasies. As I walk by...moving to my next station...I breathe deeply...hoping to breathe in air she exhaled. If only I knew her name....

 

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This what you had in mind?