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  • 79. Practicing my french.

    So I am in Tahiti. It was chosen as a destination because I’ve been learning French this last term, and I want to practice with humans. My laptop doesn’t flirt back.  Five hours in the air seems like a perfectly reasonable investment to be able to do this.  This is especially reasonable compared to 23…

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  • 78. The body bit back.

    So we wrapped up our time at Gwinganna in champion style. My friend Megan’s vessel performed beautifully for her, through boxing and drum classes, through mountain runs and bosu ball balancing, through all manner of ridiculous aquatic activities. She threw herself at the lot of it. I was highly impressed. Then suddenly it was done and…

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  • 77. Learning to love my sex.

    “I called to Naluna to run but she laughed and drew a dagger–she was a man’s woman, that girl!” – Robert E. Howard, The Voice of El-Lil   I have been one of those girls, a man’s woman, for as long as I can remember. I have always felt more comfortable around men. Always.  Because…

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  • 76. I hold a new Gwinganna record.

    I’m pretty proud I can tell you.  Today at Aqua Pilates I managed to shoot my ‘noodle’ (one of those plastic things little kids use in pools) about two metres into the air and over the side of the pool into the bush below. I was trying to stand on it at the time. Karl…

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  • 75. Can monkeys do Qi-Gong?

    At Gwinganna, the day starts at 545 with a knock on the door by one of the glowing people.  She calls out your name. You have to respond. I don’t know if they actually burst in and rip your bedding off if you say nothing. I don’t want to find out. I sleep naked. Qi-Gong…

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  • 74. The willing suspension of disbelief.

    The Kinesiologist slash Neurolinker had machete man Antonie Dixon eyes. Staring, super intense, prickling my skin, I may have to hurt you but it’s for your own good kind of eyes. I was in his room with a couple of ligament strains that had started impacting other bits of me, and the pretty lady at…

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