You are an erotic being. You will always be an erotic being. Even before you took the form of your thighs, your lips, the inner arc of your elbow, you were the erotic. Yes, that dancing iridescent purple flash above the lovers your parents once were is and always will...
Before I go feral. Before I go make my home in a moss-covered hovel. Before I leave behind my lipstick and mirrors and stop pulling out the tiny branches that I’ve captured in my hair while running naked through the trees. Before I forget the joy of lounging in the...
Sex, in its simplest form, is a playspace. This playspace is desperately needed by adults who typically don’t have a lot of ways in which to find the kind of playfulness we used to know. Our grown up days are filled with responsibility. Taking care of others, paying...
(A story of resistance and surrender) The next morning it rained. I buttoned up a warm jacket and set out to find my feet again. Sleepless eyes squinting at the fine mist, I walked with the company of the question: had it really happened? It had. You made me want what...
If you want to know me, as you say that you do, then follow me into the deep, dark wood. Find me resting in the spongy, loamy soil. That place where your feet will practically bounce on the beds of three hundred generations of leaves. You will wonder if you...
When it hits your body like a wave crashing against the shore. When you finally step out of the fog. When you can barely hold yourself in your seat the moment you see it. When the butterflies making a home in your belly dissolve like vapor in the sun. When it feels...
There’s a pearl of wisdom I want to share, but it requires me to first untie the story of a pearl as you may know it. A pearl’s origin is a story juicy with symbolism. A grain of sand makes its way into a shell and begins to irritate it. The irritation, over time,...
Where is your wisdom seated? When the mind is in charge, we are top heavy. We act quickly and for short-term gain. Our necks extend beyond our shoulders, vigilant in our search for danger and new FOMO possibilities. It's a posture rife with negative consequences for...
When it hits your body like a wave crashing against the shore. When you finally step out of the fog. When you can barely hold yourself in your seat the moment you see it. When the butterflies making a home in your belly dissolve like vapor in the sun. When it feels...
It’s damn cold, isn’t it? Good, it should be this time of year. I lived in the tropics for four years. Winter meant wrapping a light sweater around my sundress. On the coldest days, I wore closed-toe shoes. People often look at me in awe when I tell them about my life...
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