How you like to have sex is generally a secret to the majority of the world. Literally speaking, the world isn’t going to fuck you, so the information isn’t really something the world needs to be made privy to. Metaphorically, I personally think the world is a lecherous whore…One who is fucking us all in ways… Read More Honorable Mentions of The Kamasutra For Mere Mortals
The structure of her hair is like a helix. Strong, but flexible. Light but dense. Long, but short. She almost can’t fault you for your ignorance. The concept of shrinkage is truly magical. She can’t fault you, for your failure to recognize the awe of a natural crown. One so glorious, it tends to dominate it’s… Read More Melanin Queen: Black Girls Don’t Rule, They Reign
When insecurity lives inside of you it doesn’t just go away it festers and blooms, it prepares to stay Not an achievement, nor a truth can cure the erasure of self Insecurity is a perversion and its onslaught won’t be shelved regardless of reality, perception reigns supreme the idea of who you are…the lack of… Read More Alone
I’m in a horrible mood today. I woke up…and I skipped my 5AM work out alarm. At the time of closing my eyes and reluctantly deciding that sleeping in was what my body wanted this morning, I knew those 2 hours would change my life. Then I opened my eyes in what felt like… Read More Emotional Eating
I love nuts. I lovvvvvveeee nuts. Not indiscriminately of course–come on guys, you know me better than that. But I fucking love nuts. I pretty much eat nuts every day. When I don’t eat nuts, I’m actually kinda sad. Sometimes, nuts are literally the only thing I’m looking forward to eating. I enjoy them so… Read More Deez Nuts: Nutrient Powerhouse.
If you could change anything about your body, what would it be? This is a question I wake up to every morning waiting for the day that I don’t have a response. Am I the only one who’s well beyond their teenage years still trying to reconcile my physical insecurities? Am I the only one… Read More A Symptomless Affliction – Body Image
On a good day I can count how many friends I have on one hand. If I were to count on one hand, today, assuming this day is like any other, not bad or good, perhaps I could count 2 or 3 friends. On a bad day, I wouldn’t need a hand at all. Don’t… Read More Dear Friend