the life and musings of a kinky slut
I read a recent post by my friend Gray Miller on his blog lovelifepractice.com. This particular entry focused on learning to love oneself. He concluded his entry with a simple question: What do you love about yourself? This got me thinking. So, I answered it. – My eyes. They say more than I can ever put […]
I’m a bit quirky. At least that’s what I call it. When I go to events, I always, always, carry a few things: my cell phone, my Hello Kitty bag, a pen, and, most important of all, my notebooks. I go to many classes. When I attend a presentation, I sit front row center and […]
Sitting in this seat– Two of my roommates were sitting on the big couch, so I took the recliner. Living in this house– I met my roommates through my weekly kinky Happy Hour. We became friends. They wanted to move into together and needed one more roommate. I wanted lower rent and emotional support. Finding […]
Back to your regularly scheduled kinky hotness soon. Today, though, I need to just type and see what appears on my screen. I’m on a beach vacation with my best friend and her family. They love me; I love them; it’s been good. However, for most of my time spent here, my body has existed […]
On the eve of my 28th birthday, I am more nervous than I would have anticipated. I’ve said this quite a few times lately, but that doesn’t make it any less true: 27 was a really good year for me. From last July to now, my life has taken multiple amazing twists and turns. A […]
What to write? Well, I could always write a re-cap of my camp experience, which, trust me, you would love reading. And I would love writing. And maybe I’ll do that later. But right now, I just kinda want to blabber about how I feel in this specific moment and time. And yes, it will […]
It’s 3:27am and I’m awake. This is not insomnia; I’m just awake. Not really sleepy, cause I took a nap around 10pm til 11:45pm, but I think I’ll make myself sleep soon. So, I moved, mostly. About a third of my shit is around me now, in a house I’m sharing with three friends, who […]
I forget that I’m awesome. I forget people notice my awesomeness. I forget how awesome it feels to be around people who acknowledge my awesomeness and are, themselves, awesome. I forget I’m not the only one in pain. I forget other people have problems, pasts with similar emotional landscapes, and have the same insights on […]
Subtitle: It pays to Google yourself. So, randomly, I decided to stick my name in my search engine of choice. I already knew there was a woman on BlackPlanet with my name who, sorry folks, is not me. And I discovered there is a PoeticDesire; the ‘s’ counts folks, a lot. But, lo and behold, […]
– Today I watched last night’s The Rachel Maddow Show and, once again, regretted not becoming a doctor. My father is a doctor. I’d thought about it growing up. If I could wave a magic wand, and change my life all together, I would’ve gone to medical school and become an abortionist. But I can’t, […]