Knit knit purl, or, the journey is not over

When I was 12 my great aunt taught me to knit. I was only there for a short visit, so it was not an extensive lesson. But I got along for 11 years with just the garter stitch, which is what you get if you knit every row. I became proficient in making things like scarves and squares, which I sewed together to become blankets. Just a few weeks ago, I finally learned to purl. For the uninitiated, a purl stitch is kind of like a knit stitch backward. Combining knit and purl stitches allows you to make different patterns. The knit stitch has worked for me for over a decade, but now I am learning new tricks left and right. Yesterday, I knit a little hat for a friend of mine who is having a baby. For the first time, I knit in the round, and on double pointed needles. I made I-cord and I decreased stitches. I felt like the knitting world could no longer hide its secrets.
Later on Saturday, right after I had my fourth orgasm ever, I realized that my mastering of knitting was a good metaphor for my journey of exploring my sexuality. My right foot feeling hot, my eyes watering, ejaculating and, finally, orgasm-ing. These are all new tricks my body has learned.
As with knitting, there is still more to learn and master. I did buy a 12-pack of batteries last night, but by no means does that indicate that I will only be satisfied with battery-powered orgasms. I want to orgasm by the hand, by the tongue, and during intercourse. I want to have them by myself and with my fiance. I want him to share in the manic joy I have felt since Thursday. I am still on this journey, but I have definitely turned a corner. As I knit more hats and practice orgasms I will continue to learn and be amazed by what my body and I can achieve. And I will keep you updated along the way.