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...

U come 2 me in the dark of night and take me over like a mysterious entity, winged and ready 2 take flight u wrap your joy around me and I feel safe from the unknown U come 2 me in the thrill of the chase and find me ready 2 give in 2 the game, legs aching and short of breath ready 2 lay claim U lay your body on top of mine and place your mass inside of my empty hollow and fill me up with your radiant Light U come 2 me as a song comes 2 my voice and fills my throat with the melody of my Soul, vibrations of Love quiver through me and spill out in2 your arms, the likes of which I never want 2 leave u stand beside me and 2gether we journey through this existence 2wards Ecstasy 2gether we can no longer hide, we can no longer run 4 the strength of Love's will makes the 2 of us become 1 we swim deep in the Sea of Bliss and underneath the wetness again u come 2 me and I am Undone

Picking Up A Lost Habit Miranda understood why, after years of dropping the habit, she started smoking again.  It was because of Ben, the gorgeous boy with sin in his smile. Ben had taunted her with a single cigarette after an intense and rather brash zipless fuck on Friday night. He laid into her like he was filling a peace pipe with ancient peyote, pummeling the earthen tobacco and magical herbs, weaving his spell of seduction and empty promises of commiseration and friendship beyond their initial encounter at the bar. Miranda gave in willingly to his winsome charm and his silly sense of humor,  eventually  inviting him over to her Westside pied-a-terre for a nightcap after enjoying his antics, wit, and company at the posh bar. It was there that she drank in the concoction of him, laced with flirtatious stolen kisses from his sweet lips and later, at her place and in her bed, salty, sex induced tears of passion and joy. He filled her up and smoked her and left her w...

I am waiting with the patience of centuries to bloom I am waiting with the humility of humilities to come out of my cocoon And like a butterfly I will be something new (January 13, 1998)