Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Body + Desire”
We humans, we are needy as fuck. It’s how we’re made. But somewhere along the way, we buy into the idea that we shouldn’t need so much. Shouldn’t want so hard. Put on the armor.Place another brick on the wall.Practice your poker face.Never let ’em see you sweat. You’ve probably …
Once upon a time I got embroiled in the comments section of a thread written by a woman I admired. She railed against polyamory as trauma bonding, no different from humans who enjoy a ‘vending machine of lovers’ and avoiding real connection — claiming that ‘sacred union’ was only possible in the …
truth: pleasure is the *ultimate* muse. Tell me this:When is the last time you felt good? Really good. Down to your bones. When did you last taste your own ecstasy, take it into your mouth and swallow it into your being? How long has it been since your skin sang …
Imagine you showed up at my door, and it wasn’t the before time when we didn’t know, or the now time when we still don’t, but the mysterious after we can only imagine, when we’ll finally have something solid to rest inside. What if you came to me then, in …
“She was inexperienced enough to assume what they had was love because she wanted him, and want can be a hundred times stronger than need, and a thousand times stronger than common sense… Desire, if handled incorrectly, could become a curse” Magic Lessons – Alice Hoffman Who among us hasn’t …
“Don’t you DARE settle”, he said to me last night, his eyes suddenly fierce and locked on mine from across the table. We were eating thin-crust pizza with some sort of sweet potato-goat cheese hipster toppings, along with some insanely delicious roasted brussel sprouts. We only had an hour left …
How can you love me, let me count the ways… Good morning texts. When I roll over, blurry from sleep and still staggering the divide between dreams and reality, and reach for my phone to silence my alarm, I want to see your name. I want to know that of …
We are creatures built on a foundation of want. And sometimes that wanting is nestled so deep it dare not show itself, for fear of being seen and known in a way that makes it too real to be denied. Sometimes that want becomes a small, hard kernel of longing …
“Are you okay, beauty?” “Not so much, but it’s really something I should not discuss because it should never have been in the first place. I’m sure karma and her friends are raining down upon my head. I deserve to battle alone…” No. That is a lie. A lie that …
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of …
What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy. Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing. What do you want? Do you want …
{Today I went looking for a finished post that would work for Valentine’s day. I thought I’d find a love poem, or a post written to women on the hard side of heartbreak. Instead I found this. Written ages and ages ago, and just waiting for a day like today. …
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope. We all get a little lost here. Wish we knew how to do it better. Wish it were cleaner and more gentle and …
I want to travel to cities around the world to wander alone. I want to raise my face to the warm sun, a flowered sundress swirling around my thighs, bare feet on hard earth. I want the floppy hat on my head to blow off in a sudden gust of …
This is your time. Yes it is. Right now. This day. This moment. This now. All yours. You don’t have to wait. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t always have to finish what you started in order to begin something new. And there is no more room for …
Dust floats on rays of light dancing just above my head. Sheets are rumpled from sleep; covers long ago lost to the floor. Long morning shadows slice across her back and my face; alternating diagonals of light and dark with no regard for boundaries. Shadows do not see the end …
{I want to be moved} I want to be moved damn it. so move me move me make me feel push me past my resistance info that wide open space give me something beyond the ordinary beyond what you give to the rest of the world show me your naked …
you can’t take your eyes off of me. can you? not now not here yes there have been plenty of days {there will always be plenty of days} where I am the forgettable wallflower turning myself almost inside out to keep you from seeing please don’t look but when …
