For Scientologists, today is special. It’s Freedom Day, the day on which in 1974 the Church of Scientology was recognized in the United States. I’m not a Scientologist but I love the idea of freedom—one reason why I’m so happy that I live in a democracy. I’m kind of a renegade—or at least a wannabe renegade—and not so keen on the idea of conformity. For example, if I have to set my alarm, I never set it on the hour. If I want to get up at 7, I set the alarm for 7:03 or 6:58. I know. That’s kind of weird. But it’s my little nod to nonconformity. Isn’t it great that I have the freedom to be a little weird? I certainly think so. So, whether you’re a Scientologist or not, let’s all celebrate Freedom Day.
Today’s Everyday Foreplay tips and my thoughts on how to improve intimacy in your marriage are:
- If you can find them, have the flowers Birds of Paradise delivered to your sweetheart. They are the flower of freedom.
- If you can’t find the exotic and beautiful Birds of Paradise, give your sweetheart pansies. They are the symbol of freedom of thought.
- Give your sweetie some interesting reading, Freedom: Stories Celebrating the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
- Give your sweetheart freedom from all chores by doing them yourself.
Someone once said to me, “Marriage is like a screen door. All the flies on the outside want in. All the flies on the inside want out.” No doubt you’ve also heard this one: “Marriage is an institution and who wants to be in an institution?” They (whoever they are) say that in every jest, there’s a kernel of truth. I guess to some people marriage is restrictive, impinges on freedom, and is confining. I just don’t see it that way. There is nothing I want to do that I’m not free to do. It’s a matter of choice. I want to keep my marriage and to keep it happy. Therefore, I choose not to do the things that jeopardize that. Could I see other men? Of course I can. IF I’m willing to pay the price. I’m not. What’s more, I LOVE my husband. I don’t want to see other men. Sure, I joke about jumping George Clooney’s bones but on the one-to-ten reality scale, the likelihood of ever having that chance is about .000001 and, truth be told, I’d rather be with Dale than even George Clooney. As divorce statistics prove, marriage is a choice. Whatever I “gave up” to be with Dale pales in significance to what I gained. I hope you can and do say the same thing about your marriage.
Wishing you a life of loving freely.










