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To the present day “Joanna”s:

On behalf of those with your ear and not your attention; towards the benefit of those with your attention and its spoils; for your health and happiness; because of our unheard desires: see thyself as those with your ear do -beautifully badass. Let not your heart wander so far as you to forget that... for those with your ear turn to whispers the farther away you drift, and those whose possess your attention are not promised to be attentive.

Don’t lose sight of yourself; nobody in this world is worth you losing your shit. There’s no reason to act jealous, be possessive, and allow yourself to become sad and desperate. If someone doesn’t like you, who fucking cares? Find one who does. If your significant other makes you feel like shit — they’re fucking shit — bury them in a sandbox, forget about ‘em, and move on. Don’t be like Joanna of Castile. Don’t ruin your life and your reputation with insecure obsession . . . Born in 1479, Joanna (Spanish spelling, “Juana”) was the third child of Queen Isabella of Castile and King Ferdinand II of Aragon. But this royal privilege didn’t stop her from working hard to improve herself. As a young woman, she spoke six languages, excelled in religious studies, was active in equestrian sports, played music, and could dance with the best of them. Plain and simple, Joanna was a fucking badass. She was smart AND beautiful; this obviously attracted the attention of men. And, in 1496, she married Philip of Habsburg, also known as “Philip the Handsome.” Seriously, the dude’s nickname was PHILIP THE HANDSOME — are you fucking kidding me? He must have looked like Idris Elba and Ryan Gosling had a baby the height of Dwayne The Rock Johnson. My point, even Philip’s handsome ass wasn’t worth “losing it." But, Joanna couldn’t resist, she let her imagination get the best of her and became paranoid that he was going to cheat. Her insecurities intensified and her mental instability grew evermore apparent around the kingdom. She was like a fucking vulture, constantly swarming over Philip, checking his iPhone, and demanding his email passwords. Needless to say, it was sad to watch. She was once such a smart, intelligent, confident woman. Not even Philip’s surprise death in 1506 quelled her insecurities. She wouldn’t allow nuns to approach his corpse before his burial — afraid he’d put his ghost boner in one of them. In the end, Joanna of Castile became known as “Joanna the Mad,” leaving behind a reputation of being pathetically jealous, instead of beautifully badass. Well, you just learned some fucking history. You’re welcome. Now, enjoy your Sunday, you beautiful idiots. #SUNDAYSCHOOL

My Pleasure, My Joy

Experiencing you is my Pleasure

Pleasuring you is my Joy

I wanna feel what else you can do to me... and return the sensation 3 fold

I wanna lose track of time and space and being,by being with you... and just become something else, together

I want your heart beating against mine; your lips amidst my own; your arms and legs enveloping me; your ass in my hands...

Your passion riding the tip of my tongue; your imagination balancing on the tips of my fingers, awaiting your command... I wanna be inside your endless intimacy

I want Lust to flow freely, but have no taste, because greater emotions overwhelm our palate

Mmmm... gimme you, please

I wanna incite a confirmation for each thought i have ever thought of you... via your undressing kiss, your clutching hold, your magnetic intensity, and/or your sensual whisper

I wanna learn you in ways you didn’t know you can be learned... and purposefully exploit that knowledge for your agreed benefit

I want our intimacy to be the ultimate antidote against anything this life can bring... and be the only elixer i get drunken off of... and be as spectacularly nourishable as miracles of multiplying fish and bread... and as promising as a land of milk and honey

-Pati3ntWo1f (11262019)

“The magic of your waters... sweet and refreshing. The majesties of the wonderland that is your body, its valleys and peaks... breath-taking. The twinkle in your eyes, tempting me to look deeper and longer into the universe behind your eyes... mystifying. And i know this place is home... because that moon - same moon that’s in your sky - glows in my memories and dreams.” -Pati3ntWo1f

Thanx @geyashvecova for the inspiration!

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Neon Arctic Ice_211019)

“The pain you endure is not a total waist of energy or obstruction of progress ... such pressures create gems... takes ones willpower and being and refines it... like a sifting to find gold or a pressing to of grapes into wine... time and pressure has an ability to purify...

You are sweet pineapple juice- concentrate... a spiced rum distilled... a spring, welled from the frigid of a mountain top, that exists as stream and river and rapids and waterfall... all providing life to the ecosystems you pass through and spawn...

Said simply: Your Pains have yielded you a better quality standard. Others drink from the well, but you are top shelf. Don’t offer of yourself for less.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

Call this... “Us”

... She trustfully replied, “whatever you want to do...”

... I explained...

“Passionately... Intensely... Thoroughly... Genuinely... Intimately... Intentionally...

I wanna wander through your thoughts, igniting romantic flame after romantic flame, until the glow is visible within your smoltering stare...

And its warmth is emitting through your supple skin...

And then we can cast playful shadows across the ceiling, as we dance in flames of desire stoked between us...

The friction of our bodies creating a fireworks show...

I'll submit my vulnerability as sage for us to smudge... and cleanse through the steam created from the moiture of our kisses, the sweat of our bodies, your gateway to...

Paradise...

Our emotions flowing slow yet momentous - in some state between solid and liquid - my magma crashing into your ocean...

The heat our your intensified breathing... on my neck, my chest...

Us, both, unable to form words... we create a new language of sounds and exhales and pauses...

This is tantric... this is medatative... exotic and erotic... profound and provacative... deep yet weightless... beautifully fierce...

I’m using my lips like extra fingertips... just because i’m so in love with how you feel - idk if this can be even called a kiss...

But with this, I christen each inch of you as beautiful... each touch of yours as magical... each breath of yours as sacred...

And being unwrapped from my guards and masks... and then soulfully interwined, purely, with you -spectacular you - is surely beyond incredible...

I am entranced by the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of what you do to me.. for me... with me...

I am passioned by every thought of you... we are what others would call "impossible"...

We call this... ‘Us’...”

-Pati3ntWo1f (10202019)