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One of the reasons I live near the beach is to watch interactions like this play out driving my wickedness

This is an old article edited and posted today because I see "it" happening again. At the beach in warm weather and away from home where me and my homeschooled daughter are able to "let our hair down" , lay in the sand, do as we wish and relax in whatever way we want away from the prying eyes of others who don't need to know, etc. . The above illustration is an old one selected for the article written then because it mirrored then and mirrors now what happens everyday especially at the beach where the battle of sexes rages as testosterone boils and hormones rage because everyone is showing off their "wares" because the weather warrants our wearing what we do to be comfortable and, well, appealing. And we can be wicked without saying so. Sensual and sexual messages are sent with a word being said . . . the signals are apparent. How one views the battle has to do with their attitude and its fun watching the hypocrisy play out among the "morally upright" who aren't signalling that message when they walk about almost naked. And today I am watching the interaction around me because, as usual, there are others here who are "letting their hair down" and what I wrote in the past comes to mind as I draw a pentagram in the sand and watch with a smile. Her dad would take issue with the shorts she is wearing and the suit underneath, not that he is opposed to today's casual wear. Its that her ass is on display and she knows it, the little vixen.

Sex and satanism aren't the same thing but too often everyone believes they are. Why? I believe it has a lot to do with our moral conditioning. By that I mean we are programmed by our surroundings, what we see, hear and read, when the truth is that a woman following the Dark Lord may not be promiscuous at all or have her own ideas about how she deals with the freedom she realizes she has to do what she wishes when she wants when it comes to things sensual and sexual. How will she act? What will she do? What we want to do and actually do. . At the same there is the reality we are women, females. We aren't men, as much as radical feminists wants us to believe. I'm not going to intervene in current cultural conflicts regarding who's who in interpersonal relationships that is raging today. What I am saying is that we women look at our world, and how we want to be perceived when it comes to things sensual and sexual differently than men. Simply put: we enjoy being appreciated. And want to be. "Sex" plays a big part in who we are. Not so much the act but the fact. So why am I editing and posting this article from the past?

We see ourselves but then what about us as moms and how we interact with our daughters as we suddenly see them interacting with men as they pass thru puberty, that period where suddenly boys and, today, men, become all the rage though that gender are still often damned to hell if one hears girls talking but then when they are with their friends and can talk 'openly", their comments can be revealing and surprising about what they wish for, want, think about, etc. I won't go there. Except to interject that realization we all are aware of: girls especially grow up "fast" today . . . thier bodies and their hormones too often outrunning their maturity. No, its often their prudence. But then, today's emerging woman is more sexually aware than ever because of society's sensual conditioning where hedonism is also a fact and intensely strong at that. Its a fact of life. I have to ask if history is, in a way, repeating itself. How? What am I trying to share here?

We're all into "age" today. Yet early in the last century the age of consent in our country for the most part was l4 and marriages where the girl was l5 was common. Going back further in history we know royal marriages in Europe involved even younger girls becoming wives and moms and, yes, those were pawns involved in high politics. but it still happened. Suddenly in the last past or the last century, with the sexual revolution, we are where we are at today. However, we are each of us who we are. Again, I won't go "there". Getting to "the point" and the old article:

"Today I watched my daughter and others and had to smile. The photo I chose is an excellent illustration . Again, why? Because while someone will say the shorts are, well, too short, the fact is the bikini bottom underneath is even smaller and reveals more than just cheek yet her walking around in that revealing apparel is acceptable because it is a swimsuit while the shorts are, well, aren't. We struggle when it comes to "what's appropriate" where and when.

Yes, the girl in the illustration is looking back with that coy expression because she knows why she is being p photographed. What is missing is we can't read her mind . . . can't know her thoughts . . . . What is missed is why the girl wants to wear them . . . . Is it that they are casual and comfortable. The fashion and she wants to "fit in"? And underneath the facade isn't that she wants to be sexy, promiscuous or even, dare I say it, a slut? Or is it she wants to be free to be that "me" where she is more than just a "girl". She may be petite but she isn't "little" any more. What she wears is often what? A declaration of independence. It isn't all sex as men see it. Rather she feels confident and enjoys the fact that is able to wear this "fashion" and be attractive. There are all manner of body shapes and sizes and young women can be and are overly conscious of our appearance. It's important to be able to show off . . . some might use the word "preen" but that wouldn't be accurate. Preening is what men do to attract the opposite sex in the animal world. We women simply are, pursued because, being blunt, t . . . we have the "equipment" that creation has given us thus we are desired.

In turn, we want to be desired in return. That's not a good word to use here. Let's say "appreciated", often like a painting on a wall. Things sensual and sexual affect us differently. I'm not here to express Cindy's Wisdom About Women Wanting Sex. I'm not - rather I am saying that watching young women today I, again, have to smile and see replayed in the lives of others how invested we women are in our appearance and our desire to be who we want to be seen to be by being seen wearing what we do, especially when we can let our hair down. Our facade is everything. What we wear is our personal declaration of independence.

Its the how we want to be wanted that involves individual choice. Thats a fundamental within the ongoing "battle of the sexes" I am watching being played out by my daughter and her friends and the guys that surround them. I almost laugh watching the dynamics as they seek to pair off (or not). I'm conveniently "not watching" so I can see the subtle sexual movements, the touching and the grab ass that will hopefully lead to what each of them want to happen . . .not necessarilty fucking but in this day and age, well, it happens.

We wives are just as guilty when hubby isn't around and even when he is. We may feel apprehensive and experience any number of other feelings, even a sense of fear, but we, too, enjoy being appreciated, the word I will use for this article but which is meant to mean oh so much more. And we do flirt . . .yes. And we more than often find a way to enjoy not just the pleasure of being appreciated by someone looking our way and even talking to us with that nuance and facial expression that says "I want to fuck your brains out" or something similar . . . all to often we find ways to engage if its just a touch or a kiss . . .leading if possible to more. I know. I've been there.

So today I watch girls be young women. We grow up. I remember being told that the minute we are born we begin to die so take time and live. I have to agree with that. So I look on and, it's part of my living, that I smile and seemingly don't see whats happening with the girls as they "grow up" and interact with the other sex, hormones and testosterone boiling in the sun. Her cheeks may be on display but the shorts are a form of modesty rather than walking with him wearing only that wisp of cloth that is the bottom of her two-piece. Her cut offs aren't all that much different . . . nothing is left to the imagination and, yes, thats the way it is. Are the cut offs just another layer of enticing protection that really doesn't do anything other than enhance the "goal" that the guy seeks to achieve?

Its in moments like today when a mom can suddenly see the difference a day can make. Suddenly, the daughter is seen as more than the child she was. Does it happen in a moment? the sudden realization that what you knew all along is "here and now"? I suppose so.

Why am I writing this? Because this is something I have already witnessed but today it was brought to mind as I watched a mom who was, like me, around her daughter who was approached by an older guy and they began to talk. Her daughter smiled and the "game" was played . . . innocently enough . . . but soon, quickly looking back to see if mom was watching, they sat close together on the water's edge. Then heads together and then they stood up, both looking toward mom who pretended she wasn't looking (sunglasses make this possible). and then the two walk off to be together, hand in hand. Her mom looks at me and smiles back. Watching, her daughter's "friend" has his arm around her daughter and then pats her bottom followed by rubbing it firmly when he thinks no one is looking . . . but we are. Mom looks at me and shrugs . . . she knows. What a difference a day makes. A girl? or a woman? or both. It's both and we know it. We were "there" once ourselves.

So much can happen in a moment . . .much less a day. So much. For you see, the other mom, like me, has secrets . . . she, like me, strays and plays. . . . ."

Forgive the flaws . . . the illustration was a random selection from the net. I hope this is helpful and the Dark Lord is pleased. Considering life issues like these while viewing them via our mindset . . . our real me can be revealing.

This IS an old article I have edited and reposted because Im again seeing the same scene "in play" .

Ave Obscurum Dominum.

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