I’ve always enjoyedBeing naked.I do not referSolely to sexy timeThough I enjoy that too.NoI’m talking aboutSitting at homeReading a bookWatching TVSleeping in bedPlaying a gameWorking out.EverythingEveryday.I don’t knowWhy this isWhy I just loveTo get nude.MaybeIt’s becauseAs an early psych reportAttestedChoosing clothesCaused meIncapacitating anxietyBefore the age of 9.MaybeIt’s becauseI value honestySo muchAnd there’s somethingInherently honestAbout nudity.MaybeIt’sContinue reading “Poem: Naked”
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"I Wish I Were A Woman": On Gender, Destiny, and Allyship
I was watching the Oscars this past Sunday night and had just finished cheering on the Best Actress recipient when Jimmy Kimmel said a line, easily missed, but which caught my attention: “I wish I were a woman”. This line caught my attention because at various points in my life I have wrestled with thisContinue reading “"I Wish I Were A Woman": On Gender, Destiny, and Allyship”
Poem: Touch Myself
Through the dayInto the nightI am filled with pain.My dreamsProvide no escapeNo rest.As I lay myself in bedI let it all go.My handsBring my body awakeAs fire fills my blood.My hands moveMy pelvis thrustsAs I rub the pain away.I give thanksTo the LordFor the pleasuresOf human fleshOf matter embodied.I rejoiceIn the factThat I am aContinue reading “Poem: Touch Myself”
Poem: Love Myself Right
I lie on my backGloriously nudeMusic sets the mood.I feel tenseAnimal nature callsThere’s no time like tonightTo love myself right.I start slowGentle and smoothHips thrustFist pumpsAs images fill my head.Pressure buildsThe tempo speedsBreath quickensSweat dripsPulse beats.All my painAll my lonelinessIs consumedBy holy fire.The end is nearingEnergy flowingBody moving.FinallyThe moment of release;Peace comes in its wake.IContinue reading “Poem: Love Myself Right”
