Anais Nin and Henry Miller on Death and Dreams:
I stumbled upon the above clip of Anais Nin and Henry Miller in conversation recently and couldn’t stop watching it.
Two famous lovers, colleagues, icons, writers, discuss death and dreams in sometimes simple and at other times esoteric way. To me, this is a sapiosexuals dream – at [...]
Just because I am open does not mean I let everyone in
Just because I let you in doesn’t mean I do it for everyone
Just because you get a second chance doesn’t mean you’ll get a third
Just because I have some hard edges doesn’t mean I’m not soft
Just because I flirt with you does not mean we will fuck
Just because I enjoy sex does not mean I [...]
PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD BY JM SYNGE
It’s little you’ll think if my love’s a poacher’s love or an earl’s itself, when you’ll feel my two hands stretched around you, and I squeezing kisses on your puckered lips, till I’d feel a kind of pity for the Lord God (who) is all ages sit [...]
Have you read 50 Shades of Grey ? If so, I would love to hear your thoughts! Please let me know what you think via the “comments” section below. In the meantime, check out one of my favorite articles on the book from Feministing.com.
I’m writing an article about women, sex and body image. My opinion is that there are men out there with a variety of different tastes in the physical appearance of their dates/girlfriends/wives/sex partners. Men: What do you like physically in a woman that might surprise me or that might not fit the image of what women think today’s man is l [...]
“In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.”
When We Two Parted by Lord Byron (last lines)
I’m embarrassed to say I miss Mr. Guerre.
He told me he loved me. He stroked my head. He begged me. He made love to me. He fucked me. He held my hand. He held my face in his hands. He told me I was the best he ever had. He told me I was the love of his life. He wrote me love letters. He marked how many times during the day he thought ab [...]