Orgasm in Surround

I looked over the bank behind me and sure enough there was a rainbow and the birches blazed with yellow and gold in the first light of the morning sun. It all lasted about three minutes. Then the rain quit, and the sun was up, and the rainbow faded.

Yesterday, we went for a photo shoot requiring that we leave at five in the morning in order to catch the sunrise in a remote wildlife area. It rained all the way as we drove in the dark. Once we arrived on the lake shore, there was a hint of light and the cranes, geese, swans and ducks were already making a raucous noise. The lake was incredibly beautiful, peaceful and serene. The rain had quit for now, and we set up our cameras on the shoreline wondering what kind of a spectacle we’d witness as the clouds were moving quite a bit. In themselves, they were a piece of art as they whirled and swirled above like a marble cake along the eastern horizon.

We waited about thirty minutes and then the sun began to reveal itself over the east shore of the lake. We started clicking and adjusting and clicking our cameras some more. It was spectacular. Then the cloud over us opened up and showered us with cool rain. I was prepared with a raincoat and I pulled my camera under my hood to try to keep it dry. The rain drops first formed little circles all over the water and then it poured and the water danced alive.

I realized that, though it was raining, the sun still shone across the lake. I looked over the bank behind me and sure enough there was a rainbow and the birches blazed with yellow and gold in the first light of the morning sun. It all lasted about three minutes. Then the rain quit, and the sun was up, and the rainbow faded.

I often think of certain life situations in term of a sexual metaphor. This moment was no different. When the rain stopped and I was finished trying to capture all the moments with my camera, I thought to myself, “Sheeze! This was almost orgasmic!” It was orgasmic as I was overwhelmed by the beauty that was unfolding before me and I wanted to capture it before it slipped away, and as I began to get my arms around that beauty all of a sudden I’m seeing these splashes as the rain began to fall. It wasn’t one of those moments when you say, “Oh shoot, now it’s raining.” No, it’s more like, “My gosh and this, too? It’s too much. My God, stop, it’s too much!”

A guy will agree that an orgasm is such. You anticipate a beautiful experience and you’re prepared to wrap your arms around the experience with all of it’s sensations and emotions, and then when it arrives with a rush, you lose all sense of control as everything washes over you. You’re lost in it, whirling, swirling, and it carries you away and there’s nothing you can do.

You know, we want to control our orgasm and make it into something more or better –what we think it should be. When you think of it in the metaphorical sense like I mentioned earlier, would life really be all it is and as beautiful as it is if we could control all of it? I mean, sure you set goals and achieve them and find your way in life and get what you want. But there are those things that you could have never dreamed of which come your way, pick you up and carry you off in a dizzying, ecstatic orgasmic rush.

As much as I work on making my sexuality all that it can be, I still love the huge surprises that come in all aspects of my sexuality. Sexuality in 5.1 surround sound. Lay back, close your eyes, and wait for what it brings. You’ll ask it to stop — for just a moment.