I will make a habit of things. No, more than habit: ritual. I will ensure every response to me is emphatic, yet prescribed, the motion of deeply internalized praxis. Continue reading “Sinister Needs”
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
Maya Angelou Continue reading “Home”
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want. Continue reading “This is Right. This is Good.”
Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want. Continue reading “Seeking A Cunning Linguist”
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
WB Yeats Continue reading “Siren”
The waxing full moon this month is known as the Flower Moon or Milk Moon. Continue reading “Blooming Under the Flower Moon”
“All the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.” – Leo Tolstoy Continue reading “Unapologetic/Forgiven”
Renoir, Degas, Cézanne, Seurat, all the greats of the western canon, the major dudes of high art, have obsessed over the woman “after the bath”; a private, vulnerable moment of domesticity and femininity endlessly reproduced in paint through the male gaze. Continue reading “After the Bath”
Our task this week was to spin Molly’s wheels for our prompt instructions. Mine were “from above” and “no humans”. Naturally, that led me to toys. Continue reading “Sex Toy Story”
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
– Charles Bukowski Continue reading “Reflecting”
I am the storm. Continue reading “Chaos”
I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. But he sounded so good, so desperate. It was the begging that got me. It gets me every time. Continue reading “Sudden Need”
“Fucking hell …”
“The bloody thing says it’s not paired to my phone.”
“Maybe put your phone closer to your butt?” Continue reading “Technical Difficulties”
“It’s the way you look at me,” he whispered. “The way you look into me. You’re so calm and warm but there’s something else there, something under the surface. That flicker in your eyes, like lightning. It’s primal. You’re primal. Queen of the forest, I want you to hunt me, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Continue reading “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”
He asked if he could wank.
I said no.
He immediately accepted my response. No begging or bargaining, no negotiations or sulking.
So of course I told him to take it out and touch. Sexting is so fucking hot. Continue reading “Romantic Sexting”