The Joys of Crossing

This might sound like a cliché, but, what the hell.

While working at home (I do not look forward to returning to the office), crossed all week long as a professional, yet super sexy girl: extra high heels, short, tight, often billowy skirts; tight, light, revealing tops; different hair styles—wigs—usually short because it’s been hot; make up, eyeliner, mascara (because we always wear our mascaras), many different shades of lipstick to match the outfits, including eyewear; jewelry: anklets, bracelets, stone necklaces, and the Powergirl hoop earrings; and of course the sexy thong body suits or thongs and bras.

So sexy that I fantasized about one of our new, sexy bosses calling me in to his office, closing the door behind me, and disciplining me: I’ve been such a naughty girl. Now I have him wrapped around my finger.

The last few weeks I’ve been sensual, sexual—self-love—emotional—the lights in the sky are aligning powerfully (mid-October is going to be powerful and shaky).  And I’ve been spiritually vibrating at a higher level.

This Saturday I woke early, put on a sexy yoga outfit and did a morning, spiritual practice and yoga exercise as the sun rose and poured its beautiful light across the redwoods.  For the afternoon, I dressed like a slut and danced on the cool tiles of my kitchen, listening to French music. Cherchez la femme.