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.”
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”
“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”
She’s on speakerphone and we are laughing and chatting as I fiddle with an editing app on my phone, cropping the picture she’s just sent me.
“Are you done editing it? Show me! You should call it ‘A Little Slice of Heaven’ because that’s what it is.” Continue reading “A Little Slice Of Heaven”
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Continue reading “Fearful Symmetry”
What is it about Sunday mornings that makes you want to linger in bed? Continue reading “Just five more minutes?”
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and all I’m reading and hearing is frustration and resentment about the day. I get it; Valentine’s Day is wildly over commercialized, rather heteronormative and has a dodgy history. I also think that in a world literally gone mad, a day dedicated to love cannot be wrong. Continue reading “Radical Self Love”
And I’ll dance with you in Vienna
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs Continue reading “It’s yours now, it’s all that there is”