
Sex is fun. Sex is more fun when you love yourself. Being Positively Focused creates self-love that knows no bounds. There, sex, even solo-sex, leaves knees weak, and libido highly satisfied.
My best sex ever happens when Iām by myself. Although Iām not by myself. My Broader Perspective is with me loving me as I love myself. When I have sex with myself, my entire Personal Trinity is there too. So itās really an orgy . An orgy of ecstasy.
The last time I had sex with myself, it left me weak for hours. The passion, the joy, the LOVE was so abundantā¦sex with others just canāt compare.
It seems weird that our society considers self-pleasure sinful or weird or even secondary to giving oneās self to another. Often times we give ourselves in casual situations, as if giving ourselves means little. I used to think sex wasnāt sex if it happened alone. Thatās āmasturbationāā¦a very unsexy word if you ask me. Whereās the romance in āmasturbationā?

In my experience, joy of sex is off-the-charts when performed solo. Thatās because through being Positively Focused, Iāve come to love my self.
My self-love knows no bounds. Why wouldnāt I be at the top of my list of people I want to have sex with? Whatās more, knowing what I know, with weak-in-the-knees solo-sexual experiences part of my life now, why would I share myself with someone I hardly know, someone who likely is no where near as connected to themself as I am to me?
The tyranny of no connection
I get how desperation leads people to fucking almost anyone. So many people have no real connection with another. Itās rarer still that a person has a deep, real connection with themselves. Desperate to find connection, they look for it through the penis or vagina or other body parts of another, rather than finding the only source of unconditional, unbridled and ecstatic connection: with themselves.
Itās no surprise when sex amounts to āgetting oneās rocks offā, or it gets stale after having sex with the same person over and over. Even someone you really (think you) love.
Iāve been there. Iāve done that.
And there I usually felt post-orgasm dissatisfaction. The more causal the experience, the more unsatisfying it was after the fact. It was fun during. But the aftermathā¦well, it was emotional aftermath.
Now I know better.

Fully accepting me and feeling good
Loving me means knowing me and accepting me. That means knowing and accepting what I like. I enjoy what I enjoy and the more I do it, and accept that Iām doing it and enjoying it, the more joy I get from it.
So many stories out there say what feels good is bad.
Itās the opposite people!
Whatās good is good. Whatās good leads you to more good. Follow that good-trail and before you know it, youāre in blissā¦in bed, by yourself, yes, but also out in the world. Hereās the fringe bennie: when youāre chronically in bliss, you canāt help but meet blissful people. All those assholes? They canāt find you!
Why on earth do we have positive feelings for?

Itās deliciously mind-blowing
Accepting me happened over many years. Being Positively Focused helped a lot. Iām glad Iām here, loving myself in bed and while moving through my day. Nothing compares to that. No one elseās attention matters more to me than attention I pay to myself.
And in that selfishness, I discover doing things I want to do, having things I want to have and being happyā¦all come easily. Joyful ecstasy of the Charmed Life. Itās available to everyone. And it will make anyone weak in the knees.