Sometimes you just need what you need. I’m still learning that it’s okay to have needs, to admit that the hunger is real, especially when it comes to sex and sexual/sensual self-care.
“I didn’t discover curves; I only uncovered them.“ -Mae West
“It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before… to test yout limits… to break through barriers.
“Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody.” ― Noel Langley, The Wizard of Oz
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Sylvia Plath
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.
“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
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want.
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
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” – Charles Bukowski
I am the storm.
I’ve been away from home this week, visiting my friend Eve, and it’s been so lovely.
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.
“Fucking hell …” “What?” “The bloody thing says it’s not paired to my phone.” “Maybe put your phone closer to your butt?”
“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.”
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.