Goddesses

June 30, 2019

We were understudies for the goats
who were understudies for goddesses:
You were the light one, was Athena.
I was the dark one, was Persephone.
They frolicked in their mirror world,
the one facing the forest
from behind the barn, bleating
into an amphitheatre of trees.
Year by year their home filled up
with castoff toys and in exchange
they taught us tragedy. Like those sisters’
our foreheads were dense,
interminable, above shallow eyes.
And all the while the real goddesses
popped olives in their mouths
and gazed down from a mountain
that looked like an overturned washtub –
Athena with her famous
gray eyes that could halt an army
and her sister with black eyes
that could spoil fruit.

Sarah Rose Nordgren

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

Frank O’Hara
Meditations in an Emergency

Boys & Girls

June 30, 2019

male fantasies

June 30, 2019

Hey, I see this 30 Million-Year-Old Praying Mantis preserved in a pristine piece of Amber. It reminds me of male fantasies – male fantasies about themselves and women and everything else. Fuck, the whole world is run on male fantasies: every man wants a nymphomaniac virgin who thinks of nothing but satisfying others and fucks like a Maschinenmensch; they want a Goddess to set-up on a pedestal, or force down on her knees. A pornographic priestess who fucks the whole night through. And women have to be able to take whatever is dished out to them – they even have to pretend they aren’t catering to male fantasy,  which in itself is a fucking male fantasy! Women are reduced by male fantasy to gynoids that serve. Like Wonder Woman giving head on demand,  and pretending she has a life of her own outside of male fantasy. But it’s not true. She doesn’t, because she submits to male fantasies, accepts them, partakes in them, becomes a disembodied voyeur watching herself in a starring role centred in – male fantasies.

As long as I can remember I have been attracted to women but too scared to do anything about it. I would get close to doing stuff but never quite close enough. I would convince my friends who had developed breasts before me to show me their breasts and get so turned on and wet but didn’t have the courage to touch or suck them even though I wanted to.

The closest I got was when I was 10 and went to spend a day at a new friend’s house. We did all kinds of pretend scenarios where I would pretend to be a male cab driver and she was my female passenger and didn’t have any money to pay me and so she would show me her breasts as payment.  She seemed to want me to touch them but I wasn’t sure if I was misreading the situation. We eventually switched the game and played doctor with her as the patient and me as the doctor. She would say my nipple is leaking and I would pretend wipe it away by brushing against her nipples through her dress but again I didn’t have the courage to really touch her. To this day I regret letting that opportunity slip through my fingers literally and figuratively.

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A God who smiles down

June 30, 2019

The God I decide to believe in is the God of the bathroom floor. A God of scandalously low expectations. A God who smiles down at a drunk on the floor, wasted and afraid, and says, There you are. I’ve been waiting.

Glennon Doyle
Love Warrior

Good morning, Sunday

June 30, 2019

Musk

June 29, 2019

 

Even longing has its dusky scent,
a musk of faded yellows, blossoms

once tight bright buds, sun and summer leaning
nonchalant on window sills

or seated at a small round table, a porcelain demitasse
casting blue shadows on white linen,

you walking towards me across, perhaps,
an ancient piazza, stones worn by the hurried feet

of lovers who also dreamed of rushing
into waiting arms.

Janet Lee Butler

It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.

Cherise Sinclair
Dark Citadel

ejaculating pure energy

June 29, 2019

Now, in this split second of time, in the infinite depths of space, Black Holes are tearing stars apart, neutron stars are spinning hundreds of times a second, other stars are ejaculating pure energy and helping to form new solar systems, and I’m here, at the back end of beyond, on a spit ball little world engaging in an act that will supply me a few moments of solitary pleasure – bizarre isn’t it? But OMG I do love it…!