Harness the power


Ok then... From Fauxcroft, a fellow blogger who is less negative than me. I need to pivot. I am all about empowerment but then get pissed. Aries ♈️ https://wp.me/p7pDJc-aQg

Prose; Adoration Be Damned


Here is some of my prose from last year. Have a great weekend! I’m stalking a case for spring in the autumn of my middle age. My assembled energy is diametrically opposite that of needing the validation of an amassed group of imposters pretending to agree so they can drink together later. It’s not that …

The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism


I took an Excedrin for the morning’s headache, got back in bed and did some Wim Hof Migraine Breathing. Three cheers for our pal, Mr. Hof!!! The pain vanished, and the caffeine took me back to the words of my dear mother, God rest her soul. “We live in a sex cult.” Yeah, right out …

Intimacy; Familiar Lover


It's so much easier to melt into your warm flesh because I know how you smell and your voice. It's just the nurturing comfort I need right now but you won't kiss me as you did before. Something is distinctly unfamiliar... You feel different in my bed, humidity on a dry. cold, windy day when …

Heartset; Privacy or Secrets?


The desire for privacy is vastly different than wanting to keep secrets. Intelligent people can feel whether you're authentic or not. If you keep secrets, it's a lie and manipulative. Spinning an image is politics and greed. Privacy is for mystics and artists who need silence to hear their muses and manifest truth that comes …

Prose; Getting Lost


I loved that, as soon as I walked in the time-honored door, profusely late, you were concerned that I'd gotten lost, in trouble, or something else. Melt.  Kiss. Mmmmm.  That's the good stuff.  I'm going there and staying in that sterling feeling.  It's a crack memory in my brain.  No one can take it away.  …

Prose; Skin


The shell of a turtle, a carapace, guards your continuance of electric water, straight to your brain, pulls your vibration down in by degrees. Your skin like a husk full of ridges on corn smells sweet, hard to pull off at the bottom, tassles so soft on my face, the smell of earth. Your arm was …

Mindset; Life in Between Writing


Does the life inside my head, when I'm not writing, count as my Life? Or do I have to go outside and be around people to observe and participate in that stuff in between writing for that to count as my Life? Or does the time I'm just being empty-headed, doing and thinking nothing and …

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