They stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the stunning Hawaiian vistas. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go surfing?” Alexander asked quietly as he gazed at the caramel colored Creole girl standing next to him. She wore white shorts that deliberately covered her ass […]
This was a poem written by an artist whose name I’ve long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate […]
In yesterday’s post I spoke a lot about how “this could happen here, and oh look, a shooting,” but as I sit here watching America’s Got Talent, I am thinking about my thoughts today and I am realizing just how much work I have to do to heal. […]
From her is the race of women and female kind: of her is the deadly race and tribe of women who live amongst mortal men to their great trouble, no helpmates in hateful poverty, but only in wealth. He reaches deadly old age without anyone to tend his […]
This happened, after Sunday’s Surrey Pride event which by the way was awesome, don’t believe me? Let me show you please. The best part hands down was hearing people tell me (or not tell me) that they cried when they opened some of the love letters that […]
