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Welcome to The Pushits… where love conquers fear… one hot, climactic ejaculation at a time.
That's correct, The Pushits, who live in the spirit and energetic realm called THE UNKNOWN… are a family of shapeshifting copycats who come to life during each and every human sexual interaction.
Until my 26th year, I had lived a life full of art, triathlons, coaching, dancing, movies, eating out, making friends, etc. Fortunately and unfortunately, I met and married a man who, in a matter of 8 years, took everything I had managed to build for myself and left me with no ground underneath my feet for 3 years.
Three solid years is the same as 1,576,800 minutes (525,600 minutes per year x 3 years). I prayed every single second of those minutes to God, to Jesus, to Buddha… to anyone 'out there' who would listen:
"Please, give me a sign, give me hope that this debilitating feeling of apathy and self loathing would pass and be gone for good." It's the first time in my life where I thought suicide was a possibility.
It was an unfortunate event because I had to spend all of my 30's trying to regain my deconstructed life… the physical life, the mental life and most importantly the emotional life. The thirties are a very important stage of life for mental, physical and sexual health development. I had to endure 8 years with a man who at many times forced himself on me while in bed. My loose and happy Puerto Rican hips went from being 'fun loving salsa dancing hips' to shriveling up and becoming another lost corpse in the world.
Most people gain 20 to 40 pounds by the time they turn 40. The external weight plus the internal pressure and baggage piled onto the human psyche and emotional realm are too much to bear. Everything was piling deep inside of me. Everything I had worked so hard in my life… lost… in the blink of an eye. I was broken by the stereotypical Prince Charming living in The Hamptons, a blonde blue eyed tall white handsome man. He also surrounded himself with like minded people: demanding, unevolved, manipulative and backstabbing individuals.
It was also a fortunate event because it forced me, my essence, to die a hard death to then come back to life… stronger… much stronger than ever before. As soon as the divorce was finalized I told myself:
"Jaime, you will not only heal the emotional abuse you had to endure from your spouse, but you are also going to overcome your warped catholic upbringing and the PTSD suffered from being sexually molested at the age of 12 by Pedro, your male swim coach."
What you are about to experience in this book is my way out of this deep and dark hole… real healing through art and sex exploration.
I hope you enjoy my book and I wish you all the love, sex, health and happiness this life has to offer.
Namaste,
Jaime