Sex and The Southern Belle

My tongue is heavy from speaking your name Weighted words heavy with promise Twisted around my vocal chords Like a noose I cannot repeat it For if I do I'll die inside A little of me crumbles At the magnitude of your wanting Your name looms Like eclipsed moon over Saturn You ask to explore my planets But I hide behind the very thought Of your probing Orifices filled with verbal erections I speak your name and my heart beats faster Like the wings of a hummingbird Caught in my throat Only to be released when I think of heavier things: God.love imagination creativity procreation lust desire home positivity liberation you you you you kisses you love lust desire liberation liberation liberation is you you you God it is you Your name... like colors running together Into a pool of blackness or prism It has no end or beginning Your full name is 7 syllables like haiku middle stanza It is imprisoned poetry to me Dare I speak it? My tongue is heavy burdened. ...

I am a child that had her musical teeth cut on old soul, blues, and R&B. There wasn't a Saturday that went by growing up that the house wasn't filled with oldies on the weekend...and Al Green was on heavy rotation.  I have so many fond memories of Rev Al. He was my late aunt Madonna's favorite male singer...Normally loud and boisterous...if she heard some Al Green....she would hit the proverbial "Owwwwww", snap her fingers,  and sway to the beat of his music....I think she liked the ballads the most. Albert Green, born April 13, 1946 in Arkansas, is a Gospel and R&B sensation, whose peak was in the 1970s.  Green's debut album with Hi Records was  Green Is Blues , a slow, horn-driven album that allowed Green to show off his powerful and expressive voice, with Mitchell  arranging , engineering  and  producing . The album was a moderate success. The next LP,  Al Green Gets Next to You  (1970), included a hit remake of the Temptations c...

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Jilly from Philly is a brick house fa sho' It took me 33 (ok..32.75) years to realize.. I am not skinny. I will NEVER be skinny. Ever. The smallest I may get down to is a NICE solid 8...a 10 if I up the carbs.... And I am OK with that..... Part of my embrace of my bliss in 2012 has also been coming to grips with my body image... As a kid, I have always had this love/hate relationship with my curves. I developed SUPER early, and was all boobs and thighs and no butt. I had a weird shape in my eyes. I got teased relentlessly....My name starts with a T so I got called every "Titty" joke in the book. I had no butt...and I got teased by guys about that. Yet I wanted to be thin. I didn't realize at 5'4 and 125 lbs I was STACKED....not fat...and went through periods of flirting with of bulimia and anorexia. That didn't last too long.....I like to eat. I used to run miles and stayed doing leg exercises because I was a cheerleader....little did I ...

It's 20***.... Square Peg.... Here we are again... Falling harder than Gabby Sidibe hitting a split off a pole at Magic City Yes.. We here we are again. Falling hard. For him. Here we go... Writing love lorn poetry over this man. Again and again. Like a teenager wondering what your last name sounds like with his. We get sick at the thought of not speaking to him. Wondering how his day is. And what he's doing. What kind of underwear he has one. What it feels like to slip your tongue around his manhood.... If his cologne smells like sex. Here we are jonesing for the man. But she is too.... Round hole... He used to be so interested..... Hanging on your every word... He calls you at 10 pm and calls her at 10:39. You text him at 7 and get no response till Midnight because he's texting her back....engrossed...in depth Afterthought you are... Square Peg... You are writing your names with his on scraps of paper. She's tattooing his...

(Get a little Bedroom Kandi...courtesy of Kandi Burruss) There is great debate among those practicing celibacy . The debate is on the validity of toys and masturbatory aids and if they should be used during your period of "rest" from carnal knowledge. Are toys ok? Certainly they aren't human. Is masturbation ok? Certainly you are your safest partner. Does it create in the spiritually sober mind a fleshly desire? Or are you just handling business until the time "comes". I, early on, was of the mindset that touching myself during this period was bad. And especially using a vibrator was no good. It was phallic. It pulsed. It moved. And most of all, it got me desiring the real flesh and blood thing. So I avoided all tools of the trade. I was doing just fine....until... A vendor unexpectedly sent me a toy. I hadn't requested any toys for review but it was a gorgeous piece of sexual apparatus. It vibrated like a monster, had a curve for g-spot stimulation. ...

Feeling: My birthday is a few weeks away. I'm soon about to move out of the 30-34 age box. Lol Silence: when all you need to say can be done with a look, touch, or kiss. Carole's Daughter Tui oil Raheem Devaughn's Destination Loveland mixtape. That song " All Ready " puts me in fantasy land. like i have a handle on the direction I want my research to go in. The show New Girl. key lime pie Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives on Food TV Who Do You Think You Are on NBC. The black people are so interesting... Going to see my girls in DC end of the month. I love them so. I need their energy right now. Mojitos Proud of myself I had balls to go travel alone. I will do it again Words with Friends....I can play all day. Now my girl Candi has me addicted to "Draw Something" This pic of Lenny above...my gawd.... strawberries and whipped cream my year of celibacy is almost over Portable Ipod Speakers summer is almost here Cole Haan shoes Angie Harm...

I hear that phrase a lot. There is a belief that men always separate their feelings from sex.  That this is a hard and fast rule....Meaning, they hardly ever have "emotional" reasons for having sex, particularly if they are single. Women need romance/feelings to have sex; Men need Sex to have romance (LOL) As my reach my full year of celibacy, I have been asked if I will have "causal" sex after this year is over. Meaning, will I be able to just have sex, minus the emotions. "Have sex like a man", they say. Just *fuck them and keep on moving*.... and surely I will have more fun. At this point, I am not sure if I will even want to stop the celibacy, let along jump in head first (pun intended) and dive in deep. I've been told I will feel more liberated if I "'take all the pressure off" of it, all the expectations that I will be sharing a serious, life altering experience. Just "think like a man and do it".  Divorce myself fro...

Your hands remind me Of sand The sand I felt between my thighs In foreign lands Rough touching No matter how much I try and wash you off There you go Engrained in every part of me You don't even realize how you Touch me. And I want to be able Not to get rid of you To have you hide in unsuspecting places To have you exfoliate The rough exterior of my heart Soften me Allow me to love you Do you even want that, my love? I read Neruda on the beach Toes pressed in sand Imagining that it's your tongue Grazing my toes I am aura and energy A firefly in a daytime sky I want to drown in you Like quicksand Like an hourglass measuring The time I fold in and out of space. Back into you Until I am mixed with you And you mix with me chemistry You've enter every fiber of me washing me...like an ocean.. sticking me . The sun bakes you into me like clay Seeps into me I cant rid you I cant wash you off I wont... I wont... I imagine your hands Are...

This is a travel log (it will attempt to be at least..and I promise to be sorta short). I decided on a whim after my last birthday that I would do somethings immediately on my life's bucket list. Those being : a) not give a shit anymore and b ) travel internationally solo. While still working on A , I put my plan for B in action. I had no time to wait on a guy in my life so I could have some romantic get away. Nor did I have time to wait on my girls to coordinate schedules. Nope...I was going during my spring break.  I called a girlfriend who was a travel agent and she booked a moderately priced , all inclusive trip for my spring break for 4 days. Destination .... Playa del Carmen, Mexico . About an hour's drive from Cancun and situated along the Mayan Riviera. I was taking 1 single suitcase....and a positive attitude. Day 1: Black Dot in White Milk It all started at the airport... I hate to fly. I truly do. It texted everyone possible to send up prayer. I had to ...

So who is Goapele??? The former dread locked (*weeps*) vocalist from Oakland, CA, is a unique soul singer with a unique story.  Borne Goapele Mohlabane,Goapele's South African father Douglas Mohlabane was an exiled political activist who struggled against the Apartheid System. Goapele's New York-born Israeli Jewish mother Noa[5] had been attending protests since the age of 12. Noa attended Friends World College and was studying in Nairobi, Kenya, where she met and married Douglas. Goapele and her older brother DJ Namane Mohlabane were raised in a California South African exile community. (Wikipedia, "Goapele")  Her first album, Even Closer, was on heavy rotation on my CD player (yes..this was before I had an Ipod). Her song was "Closer", a song that really motivated me. Her follow up, "Change it All", feature some nice tracks like First Love".  She is just a positive spirit..in the same vein as India.Arie.  But this song?? WHEW! Goape...