I was a little kid in the late '70s, early '80s when Disco was king. My older sister, only the age of what we today would call a tween, was too grown for words and loved all the cool things of the time. She loved Disco, she loved to dance, and I was her partner. … Continue reading The best life lessons are learned by dancing
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The Middle: Secrets, disappointments & rhetorical questions
If this is your first read, you can go back and start with The Last Time, continue with The First Time, and read a post-script in the After "The Last time." _____________________________________________________________________________________ I was at my Mom's early last week, and while she went in the kitchen, I stayed in the hallway and tried to take the … Continue reading The Middle: Secrets, disappointments & rhetorical questions
After “The last time”: Cookie crumbs and lies
When I originally wrote the three-part story that is now published here as The Last time and The First time, I had also written The Middle. But as I read what I wrote, I realized that it didn't do justice to the real dysfunction that went on. It reads more like sex gone wrong, than … Continue reading After “The last time”: Cookie crumbs and lies
Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
Okay, so back to my beauty post of last week. I really wasn't ready to continue it because my thoughts on the matter are so many and sooo not organized, but maybe the totality of them require multiple posts. Besides, I just saw something on my Facebook news feed that has me on a rant … Continue reading Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
My beauty
Reflected in his eyes: my beauty. His gaze, intense, as it softly strokes my hair, lightly kisses my lips, buries itself in the depths of my soul as it worships my breasts. I feel its caresses as it navigates my curves, explores all of me, before finding my center, craving its taste, yearning to dwell … Continue reading My beauty
Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I [video]
When I imagine who I am in the most abstract of ways, this is who I see... A free-spirited gypsy who loves the life that loves her back. I feel like her when I dance, free. But on any given normal day, I may possess one or two of the qualities she exudes, but for … Continue reading Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I
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