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Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Benevolent Shame
They say that time heals everything but I don’t think it’s completely true. When I think of you I maybe okay from the day-to-day, but when I see you somehow my heart still manages to fall apart with just one look from your magnetic gray eyes. Seeing you, remembering myself within a moment past looking at you, and in that instant seeing everything I thought I needed before my eyes.
I know I will never forget you because I would never want too. I carry a piece of you within me though it is mostly buried down low, like a sunken treasure sacredly hidden from being found by hands of those who want to examine it, disseminate it, disgrace it from the place where it should lay in eternal peace. The heart does not grow cold of you, nor does it forget that no matter how I may have risen in turbulence from the pressure that ripped my wings apart, tattoos are forever once they’ve been inked on the heart.
If you felt hurt I would reach out for you, if you lost someone you loved, I would mourn for you. If you went away, I would miss you.
That’s the thing about love, it doesn’t make sense in my mind but it stirs my sadistic, hedonistic heart. Keeping faith in knowing that you are loved is always important to me, not dwelling on the past and thinking of what a lamb you made of me. Pain, suffering, isolation, spasms of an erratic mind, I would never take back the sadness you caused me when you said goodbye, for without goodbye there would have never been a hello between you and I. You are still as beautiful as I remember you, like each day when I would raise the world by your side, with the sun shining through the window and look at you open your wild eyes.
I see you standing there across the room. I know you are no longer my lover or my friend, that there is a new woman in your life that makes you happy, that you and I have both moved on. Somehow I can’t help but sink a little into a shade of blue when we must once again part. I am a fool, I just want to be around you for every moment I can before we go back to black.
I finally had the chance to say goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, with you in my heart I’ll stand by my love.
I know I will never forget you because I would never want too. I carry a piece of you within me though it is mostly buried down low, like a sunken treasure sacredly hidden from being found by hands of those who want to examine it, disseminate it, disgrace it from the place where it should lay in eternal peace. The heart does not grow cold of you, nor does it forget that no matter how I may have risen in turbulence from the pressure that ripped my wings apart, tattoos are forever once they’ve been inked on the heart.
If you felt hurt I would reach out for you, if you lost someone you loved, I would mourn for you. If you went away, I would miss you.
That’s the thing about love, it doesn’t make sense in my mind but it stirs my sadistic, hedonistic heart. Keeping faith in knowing that you are loved is always important to me, not dwelling on the past and thinking of what a lamb you made of me. Pain, suffering, isolation, spasms of an erratic mind, I would never take back the sadness you caused me when you said goodbye, for without goodbye there would have never been a hello between you and I. You are still as beautiful as I remember you, like each day when I would raise the world by your side, with the sun shining through the window and look at you open your wild eyes.
I see you standing there across the room. I know you are no longer my lover or my friend, that there is a new woman in your life that makes you happy, that you and I have both moved on. Somehow I can’t help but sink a little into a shade of blue when we must once again part. I am a fool, I just want to be around you for every moment I can before we go back to black.
I finally had the chance to say goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, with you in my heart I’ll stand by my love.
Lizzy the Lezzy on Toys, Life and Being a Lezzy
Lizzy and I are pals on Twitter now. We love to share conversations about our love of munching muff!!! I adore Lizzy.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
My Latest in Xtra: Re-thinking Queer Female Space
This article means a lot to me and my overall fight for equality within the queer community. Please take a moment to read it and share any feedback that you may have.
One love.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
F*I*G*H*T
What is it that drives people to pursue a certain path? Do we choose where we want to go or do we go where we are needed? It is of no mystery that our world consists of unrest for many reason. The cries of injustice ring for an array of pleads, change is the only binding voice oceans apart.
I urge you to say what you want with such clarity that there is no room for misinterpretation to an ear that is listening. Listen up.
Missiles in Indian and North Korean skies are equally in blame for irresponsibility to the world, but our hesitations to say enough concerns me even more. How can you blame someone when you're all guilty of not caring enough? Why wait, stop what hurts now, isn't that logic? Don't tell me it's a delicate situation--so is a body under siege. The Middle East is a great antique culture based on marvelous ambition and experimenting to understand human function, like all memorable cultures. Innocents are always attacked by slothful greed and cybernetic internal strife amongst the privileged.
Fanatical justification of careless actions is a messy global aftermath. This is how far we have let it get. Why do we have bodies of government, people with words, eyes, a cause to claim that we are a human race if we don't act like humans ourselves? I know there has been the most gruesome torture and suffering on our skin left by our own blackening marks.
Take action to follow hope. Move forward knowing that you have a reason why. March to the beat before it hits the drum. Don't give up it's time to fight for the right reasons.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
CP24.com Pride 2009
Hey kids! Yours truly is featured in response to the question, "what is Pride to you?" on CP24.com. Check my flow, yo!
Tell me, what is Pride to you? I would love to know! HOLLABACK! Happy Pride to all my girls and boys, one love! Xxo
Monday, June 1, 2009
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My Accessories and Me, Sweet Harmony
I wanted to share my article on Paper Doll Girl on my intimate relationship, with my accessories. Find the above picture in the section entitled Fashion 101 with my latest contribution towards understanding my fashion and what fashion is to me!
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