True Confessions

[it_matters]

Here it is, though hardly by popular demand: the thread where all your SINS are FORGIVEN. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned..." "Yes my son; yes my daughter. I am particularly pure today, as I haven't messed with any altar boys for at least a month..."

Instead of that archaic priestly power-trip, or going to your Dad to ask him not to demean you too much, this thread offers Penance of your Peers... knowing us, it means you are probably going to get off light.

And here's an interesting idea: the peers can offer you a suitable penance for you "sin" -- following up on it is entirely optional, of course, and you can even request a replacement penance if the one you've been given is just too over-the-top.

But if you do in fact pay your penance, be sure to let us know how it went!

 

[it_matters]

Confession for the high priests and priestesses of Lit

Some years ago, a week before leaving the country for the first time, I went to the party of a coworker and just sort of... stayed. We made a little love, though hesitant; we were beautiful, blond youth. We hung out for a few days, connected -- then I left. Gone around the world, for almost a year, west to east. Fell off the map, fell over the edge of the ocean and disappeared.

I never went back to work where I had been, and never connected with L again... later heard that she had sent letters, had waited for my reply, a reply from beyond the edge of the ocean...

Confession: letters received but never answered. Or maybe answered once, from London. Maybe we hadn't much in common... but she had held me inside of her.

 

[Denae]

I've done enough penance. I've just heard that confession is good for the soul and my journal is full of these words.

 

[it_matters]

I've done enough penance. I've just heard that confession is good for the soul and my journal is full of these words.

Ah, but the penance we give our selves is often so harsh... while the penance offered by the High Priests and Priestesses of Lit I am sure would be quite the opposite.... See, there is one penance that is just right for each person and for each moment in their life. A penance -- I know it is the wrong word, but it's the traditional one -- that is a gift.

Hmmm. let's see, let's see. I am sure we can find the right one, looking in the Literotica Penance Cabinet.

 

[it_matters]

A Penance for Denae

Aha! I found it! It doesn't cost much, and will not expose you in any way to the hard energies that, justifiably, keep a person resisting surrender... It's a little book by John and Carolyn Muir called Tantra: The Art of Conscious Loving. One Amazon.com reviewer wrote:

This is a great book for anyone who wants to work on their relationship. It is well written, interesting, and pitched at beginners without being dopey. Even though I had heard a lot of this information before, it was stated in a new way, and related to things that made me see it in a whole new light, and make new connections. The thing that is great about it, is that this couple really speaks from experience, both personal and in the groups they have led. If you are looking for a book that is just about the sex aspect, this is not it. This book is deep, and approaches intimacy from all perspectives, not just a purely sexual one. The thing that I like best about it is that it has enabled my husband and I to talk about things in our relationship in a non-confrontational way, and it gives us a vocabulary to discuss things that are sometimes hard to say. I think everyone can benefit from this perspective on learning to connect with another person, no matter what your relationship status or sexual preference may be. A great book!​

The only way to surrender is to create a safe space for oneself. And the only way I know how to do that is start at the beginning, with simple tools; then find people with similar values and experience to make the walls stronger. When it is all really solid... you can open the door and let someone in!

PS this couple runs workshops on Hawaii... now there's a great vacation idea!

 

[OceanGoddess]

I don't know that this is the sort of thing you're looking for, IM, but here's the only confession my heart can crack open enough to allow out right now:

I have opened this thread many times . . .and I sort of hold my breath, thinking about what I want to say, then I sigh heavily, and back slowly out of the room.

 

[it_matters]

I don't know that this is the sort of thing you're looking for, IM, but here's the only confession my heart can crack open enough to allow out right now:

I have opened this thread many times . . .and I sort of hold my breath, thinking about what I want to say, then I sigh heavily, and back slowly out of the room.

That's a great confession! Did you know that each confession leaves the door a little wider? A little crack in the heart-armor give water and wind some space to get to work, and the crack can grow larger. Ouch! Yum!

Anyway... giving credit to your heart for knowing when something to be shared isn't to be shared in public.

Here's my confession for the night: "Hi, my name is It_Matters, and I'm a serious-a-holic." But c'mon I have some laughs too, it's not workaholism (I don't think), and the surgeon general hasn't yet made taking things too seriously into a warning label.

Still... I accept suggested penances, might get me off this stick, and onto something more pleasurable.

 

[it_matters]

Jesus, it's 2AM. I quote another Litmeister: "I am a Lit Post Whore". Someone has got to send me (or pull me) to bed. Hopeless!

 

[OceanGoddess]

Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Too much time has passed since my last confession.

I was dancing, Father, with a most handsome, sensitive and soulful man, and in my excitement at having met him, and in my haste to quicken our dance, I clumsily caused him to lose his footing for a moment. I'm mortified and there isn't any way to take back my moment of clumsiness.

 

[it_matters]

Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Too much time has passed since my last confession.

I was dancing, Father, with a most handsome, sensitive and soulful man, and in my excitement at having met him, and in my haste to quicken our dance, I clumsily caused him to lose his footing for a moment. I'm mortified and there isn't any way to take back my moment of clumsiness.

One can never "take back" a trodden foot! But, ahhh, Literotican penance for that one is easy: take a breath, listen to the music, find its cadence, and start dancing again. Penance is to keep dancing til it feels just right, faster, slower, hotter, or cooler, for both partners.

From a lyric: "It's only by falling that you learn how to stand // Dust yourself off with a flick of the hand // and take yourself [waltzing] down the road..."

 

[OceanGoddess]

But if you do in fact pay your penance, be sure to let us know how it went!

I have been paying my penance, precisely as recommended by the priest. It has been an exquisitely beautiful dance, even with earlier clumsiness on my part. And I keep dancing and learning and dancing and spinning and it's lush and brilliant and shimmering . . .aaaahh!

 

[it_matters]

And I keep dancing and learning and dancing and spinning and it's lush and brilliant and shimmering . . .aaaahh!

wow, a penance that works??

well, beautiful thing about the Dance is that the music is all around, all the time... all one has to do is stop and listen for it...

"lush and brilliant and shimmering", even mid-winter! bravo!