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jueves, 10 de julio de 2014


ensuite j'attraperai tes parfaits petits seins du bout des doigts..je te pincerai tes tetons gentiment..je te les sucerait...et je les mordillerai et remonter vers ton entrejambe tout doucement...je veux la mettre le plus profondement possible dants ta gorge, jusqu'a ce que t'etouffe ...je te baiserai jusqu'a ton dernier souffle..je veux te baiser maintenant!!! putain!!

-- ummmmm, trynna work here, dude (but umm...oui daddy, baise ma chatte ..et ma bouche...toujours..s'il vous plaît" — feeling incomplete.

lunes, 15 de julio de 2013

Doc


Redline. North-bound. Admittedly drunk PhD student/ (gay) brown young man. Youthful, bright, friendly, flirty...I learned he's a twin and that his family didn't really accept him (his gayness) at first. They do now. He continually shows his brothers up on the basketball court; now they call him 'Dr.' and think he's a boss =). He told people on the train that he's going to marry me. I said, "...sure, why not, it's 11:30p on a Friday night..." When we got off the train, he apologized for imposing and asked for $3 to take the Metra home instead of cta, because he really needed to lie down or something. I gave him the money and asked him to take care of himself/be safe. He asked to sing me a song. I said sure, of course. He sang me a hymn (he sings in a church choir) about a merciful God. He told me he loved me. I smiled. He then said, "but I love you for a reason"..I said, "oh yea?" and he said, "because you love me."

1 Corinthians 1:19-20

For it is written, I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent./Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this world? Hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


lunes, 8 de julio de 2013

bahp bahp bahp


Wavefront happened. Panda happened. Diplo happened. Montrose Beach happened. Leslie, John, Bill, Kate and Forest happened, too! Also, Viraj & Martiza...and dance and booze and summer. All these happened as well. I love when beautiful souls kiss and kiss and dance and hug and drink and walk in the sand. Chi-town summers, man.

sábado, 6 de julio de 2013

Her name means "leaking"..


We had fat gyros, creamy/chocolatey yogurt, smokey cigs, luke-warm beverages, sweaty caresses, soft kisses, and snuggly hugs...it's amazing what you can get away with under the cloak of darkness <3>

Gyro-Ména


sábado, 8 de octubre de 2011

"I wish nothing but the best of you too"

i just remembered, i never told you how much you hurt me:
you made my heart bleed. at least it felt that way. sometimes i thought my heart. my love for you would just break through me and spill everywhere. relieving me of the memories, the promise, the love i had for you. the love that in some form or another still remains in the dark secret space of my sacred memories. little pieces of our love still sits in the bottom of my treasure box. i look through that box. not often. but when i do, with out fail, i shed a tear. just one little tear for you.  a tear of joy and hate- for im thankful i can even have those bitter memories because sometimes...sometimes we were okay. and by that i mean we were better than okay because when we were okay things were great. it was like nothing could possibly go wrong if u were there or not there but if u at least thought of me as the angel u used to think i was. now, I am no angel. I hurt the people I love as you did me. I guess it was my fault. for falling in love with someone who just wasn't ready for love.

I miss you. I'm over you.  I'm in love with someone else. I'm trying to be good to him, but because of how you've bruised me, he's suffering. he doesn't get to be too loved..he doesn't get to have me completely because you showed me that's wrong. you showed me that its best not to care too much. don't get me wrong, you are not the reason I'm a shitty lover. that's on me. you actually made me grow up. fast. no more innocent, selfless but uninhibited tomi. now, im just...a hedonistic heart breaker. thanks.

Goodies. Frozen Kefir love.

Pumpkin spice/original frozen kefir swirl with granola and oreos, for the win!

I love Autumn more than ..a lot of things.

#late-night walks, Lake Mich extending into forever, the sky...and its twinklers. all constantly remind me to be merry or at least smile, often.

martes, 4 de octubre de 2011

lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011

Panic @ the Dicko

Who'da thunkit. lovely ppl. lovely places. the world and back in 1 hour and maybe 15 mins. greenish yellowish grayish and bluish and very dark brownish eyes locked. not all the time. but locked- in, none-the-less. for what is there not to look at. even if we didn't want to, we had to face each other and stare death in the face. and it grimaced. and we laughed, heartily. so it goes... we're dancing in this space we call October 2011. dancing in the possibility of any and everything and nothing at all. and we ain't got no shame. there's nothing shameful about daring to please. me thinks. but what do i know- im craze-d.

try me.

sábado, 24 de septiembre de 2011

CBear Wisdom

"the vagina is such a hassle.."

Little Loves

I LOCK COVE

#fendi skank
  
Ms. Divine's Homosexual Soirée

Rain drops 


Networking w. strong, beautiful, black women!


coffee dates


commitment--PIRG, Lambda, GlobeMed, WC!

lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011

Redemption Songs

A gal couldn't ask for better parents.

My apologies for ever doubting...

On my way to mi casa segunda. On my way to baby Michael, my pharaoh, Panda, Krisi, and Lake Michigan. On my way to a healthy, wholesome, scandalous final year of college.

Ohm. Nom Nom.

domingo, 18 de septiembre de 2011

martes, 13 de septiembre de 2011

Teenage Dream-Fuckin' A.

Why can't I just do it? Fucking bloody hell. If god is love and sex is lovely, why can't I have both?! Am I just being an ungreatful bitch? By not being willing to suppress my sexual appetite to "please god"? Y is giving into your id for a while so bad? Is hell even that bad? Idk anymore. From 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Secret Things', I've learned that manipulating people is bad, giving into love is good, and being honest and truthful is good. If people always comment on the love that burns within me, why does my father think I'm so lost? Y does he speak to me as if I'm of the devil? As if I have no love in my heart.. No god. Fuck people telling me who I am. If the way I live isn't really life, then I don't wanna fuckin' live. How can u tell me my life isn't beautiful. That the people in my life aren't beautiful? I'm sick to my stomach thinkin' about this shit. Every time I come home, I'm told my life, that I've worked so hard to have, is in shambles. As if he knew how glorious those 2am walks home were. As if he knew of the love letters. As if he had even the slightest idea how much I inspire those around me to love hard. Please, GTFO. I can't do this anymore. I don't feel at home anymore. I am a stranger here.  As hard as it is for me to say, my home is not here. I am thankful for all they've done for me. But, I am disappointed they don't recognize the joy I've come to have and be. I'm disappointed they don't recognize that that joy stems from things honest, lovely and good. Fuck it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell. Your god is suffocating me! My only covenant is to love. End of story mothafuckas.

'Secret Things'

Mind blown.

"Femmes fatales are either narcissists or lesbians. They are frigid with men.  They come when they want to, which isn't often. It's their strength." -Nathalie

"The wise do not mourn the dead or the living." -Cristophe: witnessed mother's death. subsequently powerful and fearless, yet vulnerable to death. "Don't shoot yourself...you don't even exist." C soon forgotten.

Now we can enter into the * of princes. incest. break ties to moral/civil code. freedom of libidinal desires--the id. chaotic. decadent. sinful. temporary. obsolete. 

Death is omnipresent.

Vonnegut's Trafalmadorians- "So it goes" response to death.