Artwork:@msnacke and M A G N E S S -Self Portrait Film Set -Philadelphia, PA | 2017 I complain a lot about the love making between my man and I but the truth is, I am just crazy. What I really want is myself. I want myself in bed. Myself in a relationship. I want… Read More The truth about me.
Artwork:Solo by Kevin A. Williams Why are there boundaries? To..keep..us… stagnant? To keep us in line? To keep us? I think back to years ago in high school (I can literally say years ago because my 10 year reunion is coming up in July smh) all these “journeys” I would go on to find myself.… Read More Why are there boundaries?
Artwork: Garden Thriving, 2016, Njideka Akunyili Crosby It was hard in the beginning. Figuring out which pieces fit where and how they fit and why do they fit so well and are there more to these pieces than what is on the surface? Questions upon questions, trying to understand the process of thought and over… Read More My acceptance speech.
The amount of time in a day should be motivation to get as much as you can get done. From the rise of the sun to the stars in the sky, even then there’s still time left. My whole approach since starting my grad program is how much time management can I actually exercise throughout… Read More Time.
I kept saying something wasn’t right. Couldn’t put my finger on exactly “what” wasn’t right, but the feeling was there ya know? That weird 6th sense feeling that either my equilibrium is off and I’m gonna fall… or the gravitational force just became less and I am about to float to the sky ( I… Read More Girl, just listen.
As you begin to come into womanhood, you soon realize who is for what and what is for who. Why does anyone think anything is owed to them? Belonging and deserving are words used by the scorned. The heighten pain from our thoughts of mistakes, replaying nights of regret. Why did we ever think we… Read More Unclear thoughts on paths in life.
And mountains. And peaks. That rise and sway. That move and speak. The Valley between each mountain and peak runs wild, especially when the full moon affects the tides. Waters become rough and furious, there’s a strong current ready to pull those near and far into the downward spiral that is woman. I am woman… Read More There are levels…
I’m beginning to really find the beauty in pictures of kitchens. Like they have become my favorite. When I think of the kitchen, I think of creation. Nourishment. And laughter. It’s in the kitchen where a family is provided with meals to complete each day ahead. Man or woman, not important. In the kitchen love… Read More Kitchen.
When I can’t sleep and the morning finds itself in bed with me, I love looking at beautiful things. The process of blooming flowers creates a warmth and familiar sensation in the depths of my stomach. I feel sympathetic and sweet as the petals begin to appear and the sun’s rays keeps forth the positivity… Read More This morning.
It’s a fear of being alone. I can see how some women just settle for whatever comes next. I honestly can finally see it. You feel like time is running out and everybody is wasting your time, so you just go with second best and hope that it keeps you happy and sustainable. I hate… Read More I have flowers growing from my head.
It’s like waiting for a bus you missed, but you know it’s gonna come back around. Probably later than expected. But nevertheless you are aware that there should be a bus coming. So you wait. On the bench. In the hot sun. Sweating. Panting. Angry. Annoyed. Just there waiting for this bus that’s supposed to… Read More My bus.
Such a disappointing session this early afternoon. I could have used both hands but I am just too tired and I really just wanted to cum quickly and take a nap. Ain’t that just horrible?? I’m cheating my own damn self out of a body numbing instant sleep orgasm. Make no sense. Just disrespectful. Lol.… Read More Sex in your mid-twenties.
Continuous conversations of nights between sheets, between lips. Drunken words falling softly to the touch of unexpressed and repressed motions. Distance of bodies with thoughts lingering on what ifs, followed by does time permit? Will time permit? What holds one back when the flesh is exposed? Candles glowing in the background with shadows revealing slow… Read More Fill me, gently.
What’s warmer to the lips than a tall, hot white chocolate mocha latte? What a silly question right? What could possibly be more fitting than the warmth of your lovers lips? Well, when you don’t have the accessibility to such, a hot white chocolate mocha latte will have to suffice. Pair that with a warm… Read More White chocolate mocha.
I woke up feeling light. Airy almost. There was a feeling of freedom. Like suddenly I can walk away, break the chain. It was a feeling of peace, almost. Like there was a song in my soul and if I had opened my mouth this morning, I would have sang like the birds from Cinderella.… Read More Did you sing this morning?