freescorfr
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While the board is ver quiet, here's another fable - a bit like one I posted a week ago (Prince charming) What it says is not obvious at first sight. It takes a bit of mulling over.
The Gazelle.
Are you aware that gazelles are very modest animals? They are so modest that you’ll never catch them making love. For that they need intimacy, a lot of trust and a great deal of tenderness.
To let go, to open up, to offer her partner the soft folds between her thighs, a gazelle needs much special attention.
To love completely, a gazelle asks for signs of respect which other animal species don’t go in for so much.; gentleness, care, joy, attention and lots and lots of time.
Zela was just such a gazelle but with a debilitating fear inside her: she was afraid of how she looked. Each time she embarked on an amorous adventure this fear welled up within her.
If she set about making love with her partner she was terrified she would be seen. Her imagination of what she looked like became intensely amplified. What she “saw” in her mind, made her close her legs, tighten up impenetrably at the slightest approach. It was as if the way in which she saw herself left her no other place to go.
Years went by and the Zela found a partner who said to her that he’d like her to look at him and not take her eyes off his body.
“Look at me. Look at me. Tell me what you see?”
”Keep you eyes fixed on me. Inspect me, inspect my body… do only that, “he encouraged her.
She was very surprised at first, even a bit frozen -as usual. She had always thought that a partner, having chatted her up and taken her home, drunk a little wine and talked softly in the evening….would set about caressing her, exploring her, finding our with astonishment that she was still a virgin at her age!!!!
To the contrary, this one said simply,” Discover me, take your time to look me over, slowly, very slowly, in your own time….”
He wasn’t like the others. What really surprised her was that he asked to be looked at, thoroughly inspected.
Zela took quite a few years to be able to ask the same for herself.
What happened after that was all very intimate. What was clear was that Zela needed time for herself. She needed to be able to look at herself. Instead of imagining how she looked, especially imagining being looked at by a lover, she saw how her partner, dared to abandon himself to her gaze, himself.
One day these gazelles were heard laughing away together in the woods…
In the evenings, I imagine, Zela, the gazelle find joy in her own self and astonishes herself in the way she lets herself unfurl.
The Gazelle.
Are you aware that gazelles are very modest animals? They are so modest that you’ll never catch them making love. For that they need intimacy, a lot of trust and a great deal of tenderness.
To let go, to open up, to offer her partner the soft folds between her thighs, a gazelle needs much special attention.
To love completely, a gazelle asks for signs of respect which other animal species don’t go in for so much.; gentleness, care, joy, attention and lots and lots of time.
Zela was just such a gazelle but with a debilitating fear inside her: she was afraid of how she looked. Each time she embarked on an amorous adventure this fear welled up within her.
If she set about making love with her partner she was terrified she would be seen. Her imagination of what she looked like became intensely amplified. What she “saw” in her mind, made her close her legs, tighten up impenetrably at the slightest approach. It was as if the way in which she saw herself left her no other place to go.
Years went by and the Zela found a partner who said to her that he’d like her to look at him and not take her eyes off his body.
“Look at me. Look at me. Tell me what you see?”
”Keep you eyes fixed on me. Inspect me, inspect my body… do only that, “he encouraged her.
She was very surprised at first, even a bit frozen -as usual. She had always thought that a partner, having chatted her up and taken her home, drunk a little wine and talked softly in the evening….would set about caressing her, exploring her, finding our with astonishment that she was still a virgin at her age!!!!
To the contrary, this one said simply,” Discover me, take your time to look me over, slowly, very slowly, in your own time….”
He wasn’t like the others. What really surprised her was that he asked to be looked at, thoroughly inspected.
Zela took quite a few years to be able to ask the same for herself.
What happened after that was all very intimate. What was clear was that Zela needed time for herself. She needed to be able to look at herself. Instead of imagining how she looked, especially imagining being looked at by a lover, she saw how her partner, dared to abandon himself to her gaze, himself.
One day these gazelles were heard laughing away together in the woods…
In the evenings, I imagine, Zela, the gazelle find joy in her own self and astonishes herself in the way she lets herself unfurl.
