I know you’re at my house cause you know me and my family but just in case you have a temporary bout of amnesia or are concussed here are some photos of us on the wall.

Elijah Bond is from where I live—Bel Air, MD. Also the home of John Wilkes Booth 🙃

Hugs to you today 💕🌷

The pamphlet has me so intriiiigued 👀

I recently went to a Black funeral and was so moved by the customs including the homegoing/crowning ceremony. It felt like a privilege to witness but also disconcerting that I, in my 40s with life-long Black friends, was ignorant to its existence. Ever-learning…

My firstborn flew the nest this past weekend and my middle will be following suit at the end of the month. It’s quiet in the house. I like it. This is what you raise your children to do. But my heeeaaaarrttttt…it’s bittersweet to know that chapter of my life with them is over.

Time for my annual self-flagellation by reading THE SCARLET IBIS.

Sucks to learn the truth about about a person you once admired. I always hold space for the fact we are all human but some behaviors are just abhorrent.

Just finished THE LAMB by @lucyrosecreates.bsky.social. So beautifully and heartbreakingly written. I’ll never forget it. 😪🥩💔

I can’t explain how much I enjoy being with myself. I’m mostly extroverted and enjoy others’ company too, but I am never ever bored or lonely in my own company. My consciousness is my bestie 🥹

Two pairs of eyes meet.

One peeking out from a dusty bin situated among others.

Sentient eyes ask, “How’d you end up here, nameless, forgotten? Will this too be my fate?”

Vintage eyes reply, “I am communing with you now am I not? #Death is a ruse. The spirit is abiding.”

#vss365 #vintagefinds

I peered into a dark haunt of my heart and there he was—a manic, two-headed troll with bloodshot eyes and an insatiable, overhanging paunch. He was bingeing on memories, fragments of images and voices clinging to his fingers and lips. I demanded his name and he replied, #Grief.

#vss365

I appreciate the kind words!

Sure life has its seasons but remember that you are a perennial.🌷

Hummingbird

#Time will not nestle
in the tiny cup
of our hands.
It flitters by
in its frenetic search
for saccharine.
Iridescent,
evasive,
largely indifferent;
still, attempting to defer
eternal torpor.

#vss365

Just letting all the Gen X and Xennials know that Jon B is still fine 😏

“I have sexuality with the wind, with the flowers in the garden, with all the beautiful displays of nature. I don’t need a person. Especially to make me happy, to have an orgasmic experience. I have sex with life.“

-Walter Mercado

🤌🏼

I can’t believe our generation’s perimenopausal era coincides with ::gestures everywhere:: 💀

#Perimenopause is a literal fun house. I’m up, I’m down. Oh look! A distorted mirror! Oh, no. That’s a regular mirror. Optical illusions! RAGE. Everything’s gone dark! Distortion. This is the wo—

ok I’m fine now.

“Just #bounce on it.”

“Heh. That’s what she said.” 😏

“What?”

“Ya know—that’s what she said. From The Office.”

“What office? This office?”

“No. Nevermind. You heard nothing. Not appropriate office banter anyways.”

“Okaaay. Well maybe bob is a better descriptor. Try bobbing on it.”

🤭

#vss365

This is my S U B S T A N C E 🌳💉💚. What is yours?

Here for the prose 😍

“Baby, you’re my favorite #mignonette.”

“What? Oh god, do I smell like vinegar?! I knew I should’ve worn socks with these flats.”

“What, no. You’re delicate. Dainty. I love that about you. It’s feminine.”

“I thought mignonette is a sauce?”

“Well you’re saucy too, sooo…” 😏

#vss365

I have a favorite podcast or two, but generally speaking, I prefer engaging with others in conversation rather than being a passive listener. Maybe it’s a form of FOMO 🙂

Name 3 songs that make you feel sensual. I’ll go first:

ABRA- Fruit
The Internet- Hold On
Ro James- Permission

Ladies, the follicular phase. Amirite? ✨

Your eroticism is unique to you, and you owe it to yourself to revel in it as often as possible.

This is rarely a result of collaboration with another but an understanding of what brings pleasure to oneself. It could be sexual. It could also be in the simplicity of enjoying a favorite song, reflecting on a fond memory, or creating a piece of art for creation’s sake.

An erotic life isn’t one deduced from sexuality. Eroticism at its core is the feminine life force alchemized by moments of presence, joy, and knowing. 🧵