romance

For some time, I have been struggling to get back to my craft. That is, I’ve been struggling to creatively and bluntly get to the heart of the matter of…

Death is the cool of winter unraveling roots and leaves of beings who have outlived their welcome, but done their duty none-the-less. Death is the threshing floor; it clears and…

By Rashad Malik Davis In hindsight, my last relationship was a little bit like “The Little Mermaid”.  I love that movie, but I didn’t want it to be my reality.…

My body is a process unfolding. A process that needs room to scream, explore, moan, make messes, laugh, and speak boldly on what makes me feel good. It’s a process that demands a sex that prioritizes myself, my healing, my voice, and my consent. It’s a process that takes time and requires patience. It’s a process that demands a sex that is explorative and uninhibited, open and honest on both (or however many) ends. It’s a process that needs to be able to say ‘Fuck yes, that feels good, do it again.’ and ‘No, touch me here, like this.’

by Jacques Etienne Black and Gay Black worn shoes  Beet socks with not much slack  Your constant twitching eyes, your stinky feet  I know I’m not the best student  …

i will not protect you nor take my sunshines, deem them purchase or property for your profit. my smiles are not for sale today. today there are no free samples…