The Anti Death Bed Wish List

Ice Storm at Dusk, Sunnybrook Park, Toronto, Ontario, December 26, 2103 Photo Maxwell Danger Dixon

Ice Storm at Dusk, Sunnybrook Park, Toronto, Ontario, December 26, 2103 Photo Maxwell Danger Dixon

The Anti Death Bed Wish List

If you knew the 5 most wished wishes of the not long for this world, which ones would you want to cross off before it was your turn to say “I wish…”?

Wish I hadn’t worked so hard.

This is a tough one because work for some is play for others, so it’s very individual.  But if you regularly do something that stops you from enjoying the more base things in life then you’re working too hard: AKA loving, kissing, cuddling, tickling, fucking, generally messing around, and other things of that nature that lead to having a crap load of fun and connecting with lovers on a soul to soul level.

Wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Stay in touch with them, or simply reach out and touch them and in the process share some physical love, some emotional bonding, and spiritual lifting.  Operative word here is “friends”, you don’t have to keep communication open with someone who stands on your last nerve or actually screwed your friend because that is totally not an act of friendship especially if you are already screwing or want to screw said “we’re just friends” friend.  Sext you later.

Wish I had let myself be happier.

You’ve heard that old saying that if you look at something different then it can’t help but look different.  They leave the towels on the floor and never make the bed… but they just banged you into the stratosphere.  The kitchen’s a pigsty but they cook your food, bring it to you and if you, instead of worrying about dirtying the sheets, let them, they will lick it off every inch of your body.  Allow others to love you in their own way … you’ll be happier in the end.

Wish I had the courage to express my true self.

Lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom … wonder what the male equivalent of that is?  Maybe, just maybe, one day, you’d like to strap one on and give it instead of getting it, or maybe, just maybe, one day, you’d like to bend over and take it… hard and long.  Here’s the thing, if you don’t ask for what you want, you’re never going to get it and as much as we’d like our lovers to be mind readers, they’re really not.  How ever will they guess that we want to be oiled and swaddled in cling wrap then made love to by a man in a chef’s hat?  Exactly. Express what you want and be free.

Wish I had lived my life true to my dreams instead of what others expected of me.

We do what others expect of us because sometimes it’s easier than being true to ourselves. What if you want a white picket fence… and a personal dungeon tucked away down the steps.  What if you don’t?  What if you want the dungeon and not the house, or the house and not the dungeon? There is accomplishment in determining what you want, but there is courage to be found in living it.

And that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? …Living.

Lily Lick

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About Lily Lick

Lily Lick has always been interested in the physical extension of emotional interactions, which yes, is just a fancy way of saying something else. She thinks it's freaking fantastic that she gets to combine some of the things she loves the most: reading, writing, astrology stuff... and yes, sex. She does them all in Toronto, Canada.
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2 Responses to The Anti Death Bed Wish List

  1. Brilliant post. “Wish I had lived my life true to my dreams instead of what others expected of me…” I’m finally trying.

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