“Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction, don’t let any prude tell you otherwise.” St Teresa of Avila ... VIEW POST

To the man who could have been my lover, I don’t wear underwear So I can feel my sex and remember it My wetness The coarse hair I refuse to shave My hunger My smell And the parts of me that will never be polite. When you first heard my growl you laughed as if you were in the ... VIEW POST

The thing that is the hardest for me in romantic relationships, is to let people fail. To let the whole thing fail. To voice what is hurting me, express my feelings visibly, and then if there no problem solving offered? Walk away. In the past, this has felt like not trying hard enough. Or like an ... VIEW POST

How do you prep to be a lover? Groom or shave? Fix your hair? Apply your makeup? A lover feels. A lover lets go. A lover listens with every sense. Taste. Touch. Smell. Looking with a gaze so profound, that their experience can not be divided into boxes. Today feel the folds of your softness. ... VIEW POST

I watched a woman who wrote like me, move from the bowels of life to the spotlight. I judged her. It triggered me that she was so stereotypically beautiful, fit, and always perfectly made up. I felt she had watered down her message to become more marketable. Turned deep truths into generic “top 4 ... VIEW POST

A dear friend and I talked about sex over dinner. He was describing two types of men looking for a one night stand. One took the time to be creative and funny over the course of the evening. And the other was direct. “I prefer the direct one.” I said. Imagining I had misunderstood, he ... VIEW POST