Tuesday, November 17, 2020

this man

how can i not love this man

who holds me close

and stares into my eyes

while bringing me to orgasm?

here is a man 

who relishes my satisfaction more than his own 

because my pleasure is his satisfaction.

who could imagine this man

who, despite my age and size

finds my body beautiful

simply because i'm in it,

who worships me as his queen

and sees me as an angel,

and makes such sweet love to the parts of me i loathe?  

how this man became

so passionate, sensual and adoring of me

is a mystery to me,

but i rejoice, i rejoice, i rejoice

and become exquisite and powerful,

more authentic and whole

in the pureness, the beauty,

and the power of his love. 







Tuesday, November 10, 2020

in the wee hours

i am sitting here awake while most of the world around me sleeps.  i am missing my love.  not in a sad way, but in a longing way.  i know we'll be together soon, but that doesn't mean i don't crave the comfort of his presence now. i want to walk into the bedroom and see him lying there, and slide under the covers to snuggle close to him.  i want to reach my hand to him and feel his warmth and wanting, to feel his breath on my neck...soon that moment will come...soon, but not soon enough.

Monday, November 2, 2020

success

 i found this...something i wrote 9 years ago:

success should be measured in smiles, not by your career, your bank account, the house you own, or the car you drive. success is a condition of the heart and mind that comes from living simply, loving deeply and laughing often.

Sunday, November 1, 2020

why i love hard

 


i have learned to never take love or those we love for granted.  i also have learned that life holds little meaning without love.  i love hard and for these very reasons.

love given and received fills a void in me that nothing else can.  i need love, to know it, to feel it and to give it.  i need intimacy, to touch and be touched, to treasure and be treasured.  there is nothing better than the deep, intimate connection that two people in love share and every day i am grateful to have this connection with another.  

 

 


Saturday, October 24, 2020

i am angry

It's sat morning and I have a lot to do but I can't even begin until I give voice to my thoughts.

I am sitting at my desk looking at a photo of myself and the three women I love most in life. This, after hearing from one of them about how she was roofied last week and woke 6 hours later to bruises all over her body. It occurs to me that every woman in that photo has been sexually assaulted and physically or emotionally abused otherwise. No wonder I am angry.

I am aware that there are good men and bad men in the world. And some of the bad men we hold in high esteem. Look at the president for example and how many people support him despite his hate mongering and misogyny. So my question becomes, when will we stop turning a blind eye to the victimization of women and the idea that boys will be boys? Every 76 seconds someone in the US is sexually assaulted, most often women under the age of 30. And most often the perpetrator walks away with a slap on the wrist and the victim lives with the trauma and shame for a lifetime.

To get to the root of the problem we have only to look at our patriarchal culture. You know, the one who forced people into slavery, who beat and jailed women who fought for the right to vote, who killed people of color for the same reason. The same culture who seldom credited women for their strides in science and medicine, giving credit instead to their male colleagues. The same culture whose main theology teaches that women are subject to men and that woman was the first sinner. And let us not forget how history has tried its damnedest to bury the ancient goddess culture and make God into a man.

Even in today's world women are still considered less than men. We earn less money even while doing the same job as a man. We fight to be heard and to own the right to decisions regarding our own bodies. We get blamed for being assaulted every fucking day. We wore the wrong clothes, we were in the wrong place or were with the wrong people. All of these things are total bullshit. Did you know that until 1975 every single state had a “marital exemption” that allowed a husband to rape his wife without fear of legal consequence?

As women we have to do things to prevent getting raped. When we walk to our cars we scope out the area and carry our keys between our fingers as a protective measure. We check our backseats before getting into the car and lock our doors if sitting alone. I've asked men if these are things they think about doing and the answer in inevitably no. Being born women should not automatically make us more vulnerable, but it does. Women have to take responsibility for not getting raped rather than men taking responsibility for not raping!

I realize i'm just touching the the tip of the iceberg in regard to the problem. It is way past time for women to rise up strong. But not just women. Men, too, because these women are your sisters, mothers, daughters and partners. Men, you need to speak up and call these other men out and hold them accountable when they start talking trash about women. And women, you need to stop belittling one another and build each other up. If we are ever going to lower the cases of violence and rape against women we need to support one another and STOP blaming the woman. Even if we were in the “wrong” place, with the “wrong” people, wearing the “wrong” clothes or had too much to drink, we are never to blame for being sexually assaulted. NEVER!  

I hope someday that society, which includes church leaders, officers of the law, and judges, start treating sexual assault assailants as the criminals they are. I hope someday that women will not always have to fear for their safety and are seen as truly equal human beings. I hope that the men who truly love us will stand with us and use their voices to speak out.

Statistics say that 1 out of 4 women have been sexually assaulted. I say the number is higher just by virtue of the women I know who have been and have never reported it because of the repercussions of blame and shame. As I look at the picture of myself and these 3 women I love, 3 out of 4 never reported their assault for those very reasons. And the one that did? Her assailant spent a weekend in jail and got a slap on the wrist.

I leave you with this thought; look at the women around you and despite what statistics say, consider that probably 50-80 percent of them have been the victim of abuse or sexual assault. And when you do, remember, we are not to blame. Then I hope you get angry, too.


Sunday, October 11, 2020

magic

i never knew how it felt to be loved 

by a man who truly loved and loved hard.

you're not afraid of my insecurities and doubts,

my vulnerability or my passion.

sometimes i question how you can love all of me

and yet you do, exquisitely.

you look at me as if i were made of magic

not realizing that you are the magic.

(s.cooper)


Wednesday, October 7, 2020

this i believe



i believe your intentions are true enough

to allow me to open my arms completely

and your hands are gentle

 yet strong enough

to hold the weight of my heart.

💙

10-7-20





Sunday, October 4, 2020

coming home

there comes a time 

when we stop fighting to fix

what is not ours to mend

and instead fight for ourselves.


there comes a time 

when we must let go 

and allow everyone to be 

whomever and however they are.


there comes a time 

when we must choose ourselves

and realize we are not broken

we are simply neglected and hurting,


there comes is a time

when we stop trying to be better

for everyone else

and begin being better for ourselves.


there comes a time when the need

for authenticity, simplicity, and truth 

outweigh the need to bow 

to the expectations of others.


there comes a time when we recognize

that our own needs are legitimate,

so we choose to stop hurting others

and we choose to stop hurting ourselves.


there comes a time we understand

that we must confront our fear,

risking all that we've known

and face any consequences that may come.


when this time comes we stand,

facing the unknown to take our first steps 

on the only journey that matters

as we begin walking ourselves home.


for and inspired by Jason 💗