Intersexion

The following was originally written in 2005 in my personal digital journal in response to a conversation I was having over dinner with a group of young like-minded professionals who lived in my apartment building at the time. It appeared in a different form in its original entry, directed more in regards to the wider spectrum of our conversation and with some direction aimed at persons at the dinner.  What came from the entry was a letter of heart to myself, and all of its stirrings. I have held on to it with the intention of revising it and writing is as a "valentine" to myself. I began reading it again recently and decided to "finish" it and set it with a new heart and a mind. What follows is that "valentine" in its true form... Enjoy and, as always, Love One Another. Masculine vs Feminine (Remixed + Revisited) I am naturally androgynous and EASILY blur the gender lines. And yes, that extends 2 my mannerisms and the way that I speak. I am f...

Today is a day that was set aside to remind us of our inherent and divine gift: Love. Love is the essence of all things; without it there would be nothing except nothing. It is the color with which we paint our world. It is the heart with which we feel. It is the eyes with which we see. It fuels the mind with which we come to understand. It comes from a place of knowing. Go out today, and every day as a matter of truth and fact, and cultivate, create, share, express, live, and be Love. Enjoy it...the Feel of and the Good of Love. I Love You (yes, you) for many things: especially because you take care in looking, feeling, and being good, with your own personal style and flair and energy. Thank You. *previously published on  another  site of which I am the publisher and owner of in 2010

I can remember the color of the light  as it splayed itself across the white walls of the room  and the feel of you in my bed I can remember feeling the weight of the sounds of our love that was made your body pressed on mine, and you made me feel proud to say that I loved you and in comfortable contemplation of how easily I was caught then, once more and again. Suspended in the absence of us I can see the empty look of all of the emptiness that lies within the knowing that there is no longer “we”, “us”, or even “them”, the impression that is left here now is the full understanding that there is now only a measure of time given as a token from another realm a nurturing realization that I will be so full of me,  without you

I was never one who was shy or afraid of sexuality or sex even at an early age. I was increasingly interested in it and have many a memory to attest to this. Even as a child, I knew that sex wasn’t some dirty little secret that was meant to be kept away from me or that it was “the naughty thing to do” but that it was a vessel of expression and frankly, it looked like a whole lot of fun. I of course didn’t believe this when I first encountered sex—it frankly scared me because I thought the two people were hurting each other from what I gathered from the sounds that were being made and the rapid, exertive movements they were doing—it was this very question that made me deeply wonder about sex itself, why was it something only adults did (and did often in my childhood home) and if it hurts why does it look like fun? We all have had our first introductions with sex when, as a child, you may have “overheard” your parents enjoying the company of each other in their private quarters. And ...