No. Really. Making. Love.

Sometimes I stare at your picture and imagine making love. No. Really. Making. Love. With our bodies n souls intertwined as one pulse. With the blood of our viens seeping into each other’s hearts, bleeding. Raw. Real. Passionate. Pure. Love. I see sweat pouring from the corners of our minds, overflowing into Grails of Holy…

BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE.

When I was slaving away at a 9-5, I had this twisted fantasy that kept creepin’ in deep. There was an atrium in the corporate office as you entered the forbidden fruit. Apple, that is. In this atrium I imagined all those men that assumed the top dog position over me, including my ex’s, lined…

Tasteless Hypomanic Sugar Cubes.

Mean lady at the coffee shop, what’s up??? You are the first human most of us see in the morning as we shake our pillows free from the dream and crawl out of our caves in search of some semblance of life. We all have to adult sometimes. Suck it up, Shirley. _______

Peep-Sutra.

I swear to god, I can’t take my peeps anywhere. Adulting Easter.

Plaster Caster – A Stroke by Number Pottery Studio.

Good morning! I didn’t get breakfast in bed, but my mind is in the gutter, serving up dirty thoughts. I’m rooting through my art supplies this morning, and came across my first vase that I made in a country art studio, years ago. No shame, although, believe it or not, it was all accidental. Even…

A Random Debriefing. Skillfully Lewd & Crude.

Nothing says, “get your inner whore together” like waking up to briefs on your floor from one random man, a random one-night stand on some random Monday a month ago. This particular night, I visited the bar twice. I guess my morning binge wasn’t enough, so I returned at night and met an engineer. Totally…