Thursday, February 24, 2011

30 Day Blog Challenge

So... I am giving in to the 30 day blog challenge. I'm cleansing from...well, if you've read my blog you know ;-) A girl has got to keep herself occupied. Oh my, this is much harder than I thought.  19 days and counting!

The first leg of the challenge is to share 15 random facts about yourself. I had a hard time narrowing down my list--I must be pretty strange.

1. My arms are unusually long
2. I have five tattoos
3. I fenced in college
4. I don't have hair on my arms or legs
5. I eat cheese grits at least twice a week
6. I've been known to laugh in my sleep
7. I'm deathly afraid of owls
8. I hate pears
9. I read "The Bluest Eye" every summer
10.  My only sibling was born eleven months after me 
11. I've never eaten pork--except for pepperoni and bacon, but that's not pork. haha
12. I lost my virginity at 23
13. My name means "tranquil" in Arabic
14. I've been the same weight, plus or minus five pounds (winter/summer months), for more than 10 years
15. I pulled my thigh muscle in my first, and only, pole dancing class  

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


I’ve shifted. Shaky bones. Everything that was meant for me has arrived. Slowly. In due time. In due time.

I am my most radiant self in complement. The polishing. Adoration of thoughts not of my own. The worship of other as extension of self.

I miss sober sex. Fresh touch and smell. Secrets. Transferred heat. Waking in the middle of the night to sense her here, there and there.

Valentine’s day is for chumps. Love is for the brave. I’ve written you across my skin.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Dominant Dominique dumped me after I told her I still wanted to date other people. I panicked, begged to get her back, sending emails stringed with stars and roses. Her response, a three line professional email that read, “ You are a great person, but it is clear to me we are on two different pages. I prefer to cease all contact.” I almost lost my fucking mind. 

My desperation, my sadness, wasn’t for her. I know this now. The wounds were my comeuppance for my carelessness with others. For days, I’ve been frequented by images, the energies of women come and gone, conversations and warm tears, broken bodies in my bed, my mouth on breasts, lips, between legs, and hands on my arms as I gather my possessions to leave. I've spiraled in to nights and days heavy with fits of paralyzing sadness. What have I done? What have I done? I am a thief in crimson lipstick. 

I am purging. Slowing down. Thinking over. Closing my legs. I am tired. I want more than I’ve allowed. No more bending bodies in my wake. Lesson learned. 

Thursday, February 03, 2011

The Faces of Eve

There are two women in my life now; they are diametrically opposed. They never converge, not even in dark alleyways on lazy shiftless nights. 

I instruct Jessica (not her real name),  a petite, fiery brunette with green eyes, to buy lace panties and bra to wear for me.  She asks me what else I want from her. She does anything I demand and waits patiently for my permission.

On the weekends, there is Dominique (not her real name)- a tall, thick, smoked brown business executive. She calls me her princess, refuses to let me pay for dinner, or drive. She tells me exactly what I should do, and I happily oblige.

I'm experiencing some cognitive dissonance. Do I spank, or lie still?  Grab hair, or go to my knees?

I can handle this, I tell myself. The tugging. The splitting of time. The role switching. The demands for my undivided attention.

I cannot choose one or the other, for neither is complete. Then the realization hits like bricks, I've subconsciously conjured up this situation, because these two women are the two faces of me.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011


You were here
Manifested six hundred and thirty four moons ago
I bear the scar
Until we meet again.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Down for an all girl bookie joint?

I have a slight obsession with a quirky, sapphic leaning movie called "Dogs: The Rise and Fall of an All Girl Bookie Joint." It has got me daydreaming.  I'm starting to draft delusions and spectacular fantasies. You down?