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Sex Is Love

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Over two decades ago, in the year 1990, Salt-N-Pepa said, “Let’s talk about sex.” So, why did the conversation die?

A few days ago, I posted a provocative photograph with a question about sex and why it remains that in our progressive age this act which so connects us seems also to be the one thing from which people shy most in conversation.

From my Instagram @BiancaSultana:

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Following this photo post, as has followed similar photographs, questions or controversies I’ve raised on the subject, I inevitably receive: A) little attention from my female peers as if my question somehow ostracizes the very community to whom I speak most frequently, and B) unintelligible and unimaginative messages from men, frequently from my past expressing the desire to”re-connect” with me. As if I cannot see through their inauthenticity. One message asking simply, “are you horny?” The idiocy of this one really got to me! No, I’m not horny, I’m pensive. I’m WRITING about sex. I’m questioning, exploring and learning about how I FEEL about sex. Trust, if I were horny, I’d be busy.

A traveler who I met on his brief visit to Nicaragua, upon returning to his country and provoked by my last post, said he wished we’d had more time together, suggesting, “we would have had fun!” As if expressing that I enjoy myself sexually meant I’d enjoy myself with anyone, him especially. When I told him that I only have sex with people I love, he was left perplexed and the conversation died there.

So what is SEX?

At thirty-three and fully content in both my desires and their fulfillment, this is what I have learned:

Sex is the meeting of the souls. A comprehensive yet hardly comprehensible, physical expression of the connection that already exists between all of us. A tactile means of satisfying a spiritual bond. Sex cannot exist without LOVE.

From the words of Paulo Coelho in his novel Eleven Minutes:
“Sex is a manifestation of a spiritual energy called love.”

In our society, we teach our youth to fear sex in order to control it, when what we should be preaching is the value in selection. Without love, sex is a mechanical penetration: boring, dull and simply not worth the energy. With love, SEX IS MAGIC.

Together in Love!
xob

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Hace más de dos décadas, en el año 1990, dijo Salt-N-Pepa, “Hablemos de sexo”. Así que, ¿por qué murió la conversación?

Hace unos días, me envió una fotografía provocativa con una pregunta sobre #SEX y por qué lo cierto es que en nuestra época progresiva este acto que tanto nos conecta también parece ser la única cosa de la que las personas evitan la mayor parte en la conversación.

Siguiendo ese puesto foto, como ha seguido similares fotografías, preguntas o controversias he criado en el tema, me inevitablemente recibo: A) poca atención de mis compañeras como si mi pregunta les ofendió de alguna manera la misma comunidad a la que yo hablo con mayor frecuencia, y B) mensajes ininteligibles y sin imaginación de los hombres, con frecuencia de mi pasado que expresa el deseo de “volver a conectar” conmigo. Como si yo no puedo ver a través de su falta de autenticidad. Un mensaje pidiendo simplemente, “¿estás caliente?” La idiotez de éste realmente me! No, yo no estoy caliente, estoy pensativo. Estoy escribiendo sobre el sexo. Yo estoy cuestionando, explorar y aprender sobre cómo me siento sobre el sexo. Confianza, si yo fuera cachonda, estaría ocupado.

Un viajero que conocí en su breve visita a Nicaragua, al regresar a su país y provocado por mi último mensaje, dijo que ojalá hubiéramos tenido más tiempo juntos, lo que sugiere, “habríamos tenido divertido!” Como si la expresión que me gusta a mí mismo significado sexual que me divierto mucho con nadie, él especialmente. Cuando le dije que yo sólo tengo sexo con gente que quiero, que se quedó perplejo y la conversación murió allí.

Entonces, ¿qué es el sexo?

A los treinta y tres años y totalmente contenido en ambos mis deseos y su cumplimiento, esto es lo que he aprendido:

El sexo es la reunión de las almas. Una expresión completa ya la vez difícilmente comprensible, físico de la conexión que ya existe entre todos nosotros. A táctil significa satisfacer un vínculo espiritual. El sexo no puede existir sin el AMOR.

De las palabras de Paulo Coelho en su novela Once Minutos:
“El sexo es una manifestación de una energía espiritual llamada amor.”

En nuestra sociedad, enseñamos a nuestros jóvenes a temer el sexo con el fin de controlarlo, cuando lo que deberíamos estar predicando es el valor en la selección. Sin amor, el sexo es una penetración mecánica: aburrido, aburrido y simplemente no vale la pena la energía. Con amor, SEXO ES MAGIA.

Juntos en el amor!
xob

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Plan a FITivity For A Friendly Fun Fitness Activity

Happy weekend y’all!

Remember: GOALS do not take a weekend pass, so neither should you! Incorporate FITIVITIES into your social plans for fitness activities that are a friendly fun distraction from what is clearly a workout. Comment with your faves or try one of mine:

1. Surfing & SUP! In Nicaragua as in my past home in Florida it is beach season all year round! In South Florida visit my friends at Beach Shack Paddleboards for “SUP” stand-up paddle board tours!

2. Skiing/ Snow boarding. If your climate is opposite mine, there is no better FITivity workout for the legs and booty! When you ski/board you are in an constant squat position. “PLUMP THAT BUMP!”

3. Rock climbing! One of the many FITivities I love! I used to compete in indoor lead climb. It is so much fun, a brilliant workout and with indoor/outdoor facilities, available almost anywhere!

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From Nicaragua with love,

xob

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HUMPDAY WORKOUT! “Plump That Bump”

 

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When I meet new female clients the number one goal they have is weight loss and toning. But, number two is almost always, “build a booty!”

For me, the best part of hearing that goal is telling my client that it’s totally doable! With the right exercises, you really CAN grow an honorary Brazilian “bum bum” at the gym! The booty is a muscle and just like you can train your biceps bigger, you can do the same with your hump!

TRY MY HUMPDAY WORKOUT!

DO 100 OF EACH OF THESE EXERCISES THROUGHOUT THE DAY: you don’t have to do them in one shot. Keep track of how many you do and get it all done before bedtime tonight! (I’m going to do it too!) Adding weight is optional, but not necessary. Squat deeply and with control and you will get a booty-plumping burn with your body weight alone!

1. 100 squats
2. 100 squat jumps
3. 100 walking lunges
4. 100 split jumps (aka lunge jumps: start in a deep lunge, jump and switch your legs in mid air, land in the opposite lunge)
5. 100 pelvic bridges

(Consult the image above for pictures!)

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“PLUMP THAT BUMP!”

Together in Health!

xob

PS. If you are interested in hiring me as your Coach (aka 24/7 fitness concierge), and to receive custom meal plans and workouts, simply send an email with a little about yourself and your goals to BODYbybianca@gmail.com. I work with men and women and make it my priority to see you through your goals and beyond!

PHOTO CREDIT: A BODYbybianca Production with AJG FILMPRODUCTIONS 2014

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Beautiful SUP Surfing Costa Rica

Hey ya’ll!
Now in my second week in Central America, no longer in Nica, I have many new tales of adventure, love and surf in Costa Rica that I cannot wait to share with you. But, for now, I’ll leave you with this awesome new video I made with The Deejay yesterday. Know that my life gets better everyday.

Back home in Florida, I’ve been leading standup paddle boarding (SUP) tours in the ocean and intracoastal over the last year. But, I’ve never paddled like this! Battling the waves in Costa Rica is no joke! Watch me as I fall, laugh and learn to SUP surf in this Secret Beach in Guanacaste, Costa Rica.

“That’s What’SUP!”

Be EVERYDAY BETTER!
xob

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At The Border

So I just passed the Costa Rican border and now I am officially traveling alone.

A group of handsome, young German travelers are seated behind me, or rather, I am seated in front of them; I spotted them right away when I walked onto the bus, they took up the entire last row. I hate to say it but because they were white I moved nearer to them. Perhaps I felt that with them I’d have a better chance at common language. But truth is, sitting here, I feel safer. When I left Nica this morning, it was a rush to catch the chicken bus into town. Before I even reached the Café the bus was already in motion towards San Juan. I skipped out on my beach bar tab and jumped in back, the motor running.

I don’t feel too bad though because after all, my BODY is worth far more than the small tab I had accumulated, the largest percentage of which from the night I sat in my long slinky red “beach ball gown,” as a new friend had described it. Just a simple Jersey sheath that clung to every curve. I waited that night for El Chico who wouldn’t show up for hours. Starving, I ate; disheartened, I drank.

I had been so excited for our dinner date. “We’ll meet here at 7,” he said, “I’ll bring the car. We’ll go somewhere.” And, Somewhere sounded like Heaven.

I was all so excited because until now, I hadn’t been entirely myself around him. I’m normally funnier, I would think while I’m with him. I simply I cannot stop looking at his face. His eyes made me nervous, how deeply he looked into me; he was so gorgeous.

I’ll admit I was late, 7:10-7:15, but soon it was 7:30, then quarter to 8. He wasn’t just late, he wasn’t coming.

At 8:30 I received an email by way of one of the waiters. “Jefe” was in el hospital…

When he got to the café, his middle finger bleeding through a thick bandage, I was not the only chica waiting, wanting to to kiss his wounds better. Same surfer chick from the other night, though not Australian, she’s from Holland.

He had not introduced us and I wonder, had he, would he have said, “Tonight, meet Tomorrow.” She went home. Then he went home. But they may as well have left together.

I have been under, on and around the bush enough to know that my connection with El Surfista does not come often. Even in love, our chemistry is rare. I doubt they have got it, though why not wish it for her too?

As for me, I’m alone on a bus to Liberia. Another chapter of my awesome adventure.

I have no flight home.

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