Artist: the-philogynist I’m supposed to stop. It’s about control right now. I can bring myself to the tipping point but not allowing the full moment to take over. It’s sickening in its truth but there’s formation taking place. Building. Allowing for the space to be filled. I’m waiting. Still mouthing every letter of your name.… Read More Diary entry: 10/4/17
Picture info: Loathsome Passages 18×14 cm. oil on paper Artist: Nickie Zimov I live two lives when I think of you. So I try not to relive moments, as asked. It’s torturous to live this way. To love and to lust. If the two worlds would combine I could stop beating myself up over it.… Read More Diary entry: 9/3/17
Artist: Serge Marshennikov We are becoming reckless. And careless. Gifts. Morning kisses. Missed punctuations. What are we doing? How are we going to explain this? We knew this should’ve been us from the beginning. Why are we always so scared to ask for all that we want? This is no longer about just chemistry, no,… Read More Diary entry: 7/17/17
I will never not be convinced that something was there. At least more should have been explored. The idea of leaving was never enough during our time, but it was dangerously weighed. Do you ever wonder just how beautiful we would’ve become in the openness of passion? The what if’s will forever preoccupy a wondering… Read More Diary entry: 8/18/17
“We should have never met”, is repeated almost every day. Reciting the same line in the mirror and then watching my hands try to replicate your touch. They search all over for an opening. The discoveries are always exhilarating. The excitement is gripping. You can feel its origin pulsing rhythmically the deeper you get. I… Read More Diary entry: 7/24/17
I should really be conducting myself better than this, being that I am practically a married woman, although everyone knows almost doesn’t count. But explain that to a man who comes from a home where love was never questioned. It’s hard to get a conditioned mind away from the concept of monogamy. We met a… Read More The adulteress
Perfectly polished rose gold glitter nails against the erected darkened flesh is, without a doubt, something to marvel at. Reflecting candlelight from around the room, the skin dances in delight. Soft colors of pink,blue, hints of yellow created by the flickering light cascading downward to where true desire lies. The position of hunger sets heavily… Read More Diary entry: 8/25/17
It’s not that easy to describe this addiction. The type of addiction that results in codependency. The type of addiction that reels its beautiful self at least twice a month on Tuesdays because that’s the schedule for now. Two blue cosmos, even though I said I would stop drinking. Even though I said it doesn’t… Read More Two Blue Cosmos
Artist: http://jana-brike.squarespace.com You want nothing more than the bare, sweet flesh from my bones. Turning me into your favorite fresh fruit dish. I want more than this and you are aware but my wants are in vain. You and I both know there could never be more. I’m just willing to give myself however you… Read More Diary entry: 7/31/17
Breathe, Eyes. Memory. (2015) – Marcia Michael Just the image of your hands alone drives me to the edge and I want your fingers to meet me there. Dive in. Feel deeply around. Maybe even whisper how excited i am to be with you, again. I have missed your touch. And your skin. The beautiful… Read More Diary entry: 8/17/17
model: Eliana Oritz – photography: Miguel Pena – styling: Clau Rojas – hair & makeup: George Romero – art director: Juliet Vasquez Compliments to the chef. I’m normally very mindful of my dining etiquette. I attended etiquette class every Saturday, extensively. No elbows on the table, small bites and so forth. Very prim. Very proper.… Read More Diary entry: 9/1/17
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have enough of you. You are my high. You are what inspires me. There’s plenty of times I have to stop myself from contacting you. I would spill my lustful soul on most nights if I could have it my way. But there are rules. Must remember… Read More Diary entry: 6/31/17
Imagine if you were completely mine, living in this world with me. Imagine what you could do with me. What could begin and create within me. All the ways I would find to describe and paint images of your perfectly coated onyx skin. “Strands of silk” I once used to describe you, well an older… Read More Diary entry: 8/31/17
Source: @brendanforbes-blog Model: @therealnarayambrosio Fresh soil feels like silk between fingers. The richness against the flesh, did you know how many nutrients are in fresh soil? The minerals, I mean, soil from the earth. What we use to create life. Where we plant seeds and nurture the ground. On hands and knees, we speak through… Read More Diary entry: 4/13/17
How smooth the hand glides and guides the body’s movement as the minutes turn to hours and the heater has presented itself 3 times. Sweat beads forming on the nape of the neck as the tongue rolls over the collar bone and legs become more inviting. “It’s so hot in here” escapes and the mood… Read More Diary entry: 4/23/17
