Saturday, May 31, 2008

Don't Hate, Zodiac Discriminate!


Hello my pretty readers. I wanted to share my newest fetish with the world. It is called "Zodiac Discrimination."
As those who are close to me have had the pleasure of experiencing, I have become quite obsessed with learning about the signs of the zodiac. I am not a superstitious person, nor am I someone who buys into bullshit.(Enjoyment of pop music does not count!!)
But no word of a lie, this shit is behavioural patterning and energy conditioning. A couple of my close friends have been my Ms. Cleos and taught me everything I need to know to begin this journey into healthy hateration!

So you must wonder, am I psychic? No. I am just able to recognize similar behavioural pattern among those who belong to the same sign. For example:

Cancers like myself orient themselves around feelings and can be emotionally driven even in intellect. They are hot in bed and they kiss like silk against your lips. We are crabs and when we feel offended, we are left open to the world and feel very exposed, so we hide. We can be inpatient and moody. We are overly sensitive and sometimes that blinds us from seeing the truth.

Leos. Oh gotta love them. Think Madonna honey! Fire signs, nothing can stand in there way. Their presence is undeniable and their hair often fierce. They are quick, intelligent and able to push through many difficult situations. They also can make fawk like gods! They are encouraging and generous to those they care for.

Virgos. Here is my connection pals. Many of my best friends are Virgos. They are the best people for the job. Their process is true towards being analytical and seeing things in an emotionally detached sort of manner. They are great advisers and wonderful listeners. They have problems expressing their feelings. Caring, and able to be free under the sheets.

Pisces. My water sisters and brothers. As sweet as pie. Can be loners and have a hard time expressing the feelings that are very present in their entities. They are lovely, full of passion and creativity. They are warm, fluid and can be shy. They make love, not war.

Aries. UGH....ya. You heard. UGH. Self-absorbed, selfish and very relentless about understanding their path, with very little regard for others. Passionate, but can be limited towards a time limitation. They are enticed by the new and exciting. They can make okay in the bedroom, but watch how they like to have themselves pleased! They are very body oriented.

Aquarius. Oh the awkward sweethings that they are! They are highly intelligent and able to bare a lot on their shoulders (hence they are the water bearers). They are fantastic about pushing a cause or belief, but find it hard to express all the personal things that they feel into words. They hide their feelings in order to appear cool. When they let down their guard, they can make love like a water sign!

Taurus. Bulls. Word. Don't mess with these biaches. They are tough, stubborn and will tell you how it is, or at least how they think it should be. They are loyal and protect the ones they care, though at times it maybe done aggressively. Great times, good people. They rip it up in the sheets!

Geminis. Two much fun! Damn these are some complicated folks. They often battle nothing more than themselves. They are wise, aware and try to push themselves to the limit in expression. They often have a hectic pace to their lives for that is what makes them feel alive. Very aware, but not necessarily aware of how to take care of themselves.

Sagittarius. Give it up for the horse people. Level headed, smooth talking and fun to be around, They are good listeners and have sex like there is going to be a famine. Freedom is key to these pretty people and they do not perform well under control circumstances. They must have room to breath.

Capricorns. They are responsible, patient and resourceful. They can sometimes limit their imagination and come off dry. Hopefully they ain't dry in the sheets!

Libras. The diplomat. They can either be idealistic, or jaded based on experiences. They can be vein at times, but can always be dependable as a friend and advisor. Can seem awkward and be lazy. They like to live upscale and with class. Can be undynamic in bed. Boo.

Scorpio. The one with the sting. Damn funny and passionate about life. They are observant and can smell BS from a mile. They can however be jealous, possessive and manipulative if they feel it necessary. They are independent and do not require a man's touch! They can make sexy times into good times. Very extreme, full of contradictions.

There is my little insight of opinions on the nature of the zodiac signs. What do you think? Remember, I am not trying to offend anyone, I am just saying--sometimes the truth is just that. So start paying attention to those around you and come play this zodiac game with me!

Friday, May 30, 2008

Heartbeat

She is the gentle hand that lifts you from the depths of sorrow—the sorrow you can feel only through the loss of her alone. She walks into your heart and she never turns her back until darkness pushes you to eclipse her from your heart. She is pure at hand and does not ask why. She stands at your side through highs and lows and refuses to ever let you go. When times are rough she blows at the winds of sand and reminds you to build a castle of your ever-present path. When you are captive to her trance she blinds you by transforming the sand in your eyes to glass. Once the sharp pain subsides and you settle your inner chaos she echoes the sight that you should not abandon the love that you have.

She is the only reason to life, she is the only reason to feel as though you have died. She allows you to imagine a universe that is much more civilazed than our own, in which people live to be kind. An alternative time where it is not about possessions, there is no hunger, for she does not allow us creatures to turn a blind eye and abandon our brothers and sisters. In this imaginable place, she would allow us to hear eachothers heartbeats. She will remind us that one day this will all make sense. Joy is equal to pain. There is nothing left to loose when you have nothing more to gain. The violence of love’s pain.

There is no tomorrow unless you remember today, there is no yesterday if you do not respect the lesson learned tomorrow. Love is the only reason to believe in a higher power, the only reason to hold on to your faith, wrap yourself within the insulation of persuing the truth. Imagine a beautiful world full of peace and toleration, not ignornace and the inability to see that there is more to living your life than just becoming obsessed with the personal obstcles that are surrounded by illusion. Money is not happiness, neither is the rich the least poor. Love is worth less than anything, for it has no measurable worth. She is everywhere. She can lay at your side at night and you stare you right in the eyes that will cause you so much pain that you will feel like you will never be the same again. She can make you fall to your knees with such surrender to knowing what it is that you feel.

Love. Devtion. Feeling blazing emotions.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Latest Xtra Article: "Passion Advocates: Women of Distiction..."

Here is my latest scoop...click on the title to see my first stab at writing an article not about...ME!! *W*

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Night Tales

Rock in slow and I will show you how.

Open the reflection of the door and I will let myself into the shadows of the night.
I stood in front of you and you held my friendship of respect.

The door was open, there was a gust of unusually predictable-unpredictable winds. I took out my umbrella, wrote a little, read some books and learned about some interesting things inbetween. I thought about this and that. You, me, them. Them.

I peer over his shoulder. I am curious to see what it is that he is staring at on his canvas. But if I know him, it will be something remarkable. Perhaps a commentary on the muses. Or perhaps religion. Yes, religion.

Once there lived monsters under my bed. I did not enjoy there company. Sometimes they visit me when I do not wish for them at all!
I close my eyes and squeeze the temples of head without touching them. I can't get an answer yet, it is too abstract.

I watch them around me everywhere. Those who create and inspire life. They are often over shadowed by the idea of wealth, but no matter how poor their pockets, you can not steal their talent to articulate expression.

I can't hold it anymore, I wanna dance. The world is a dancefloor darling...

I am sorry.

The words came from a place deep waiting the feeling of the page.
The ink was dry but her mind wet. She has written to remind herself of...

They were all just mortal sinners. But what were they guilty of?

The grass was green, she rolled on it until everyone could see the green stain on her jeans. She rolled around in amusement that she could feel the sun on her face and see the grassy green in her jeans.

Science proves it?

Monday, May 26, 2008

TYRA IS INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't think words are necessary. WTF? Why is she SCREAMING??!! Why are they screaming for Vaseline??!!!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

"Me" : Erykah Badu

Brings tears to my eyes...such a beautiful song.

Thorn in My Side

It seems that I have learned everything but learning to take my own advice.
And patience. I still have none.

It seems for some reason when a woman passes me by that is as lovely and striking as you, I loose all control. I can't wait. I can't seem to see past the image of her immediate and potential beauty to really see, if the day after tomorrow she will be consistent with me. Really appreciate me for being me; full of love and such insecurity about being set free.

I listen to the way she express herself, the way she takes in the reckless words that she inspire me to say. I just can't hold them in.

She says: "Hang on. All this that I like, it is too much. This is too real, this is not the right time. I don't have time. God you are unlike anyone I have met before. You are so pure and true. I think I could find myself falling for you."

I always have time for her. I'm down on my knees, take me there.

I am a golden feather in the wind. Watch me fly through the magnetic waves of clouds, high above the coolness of the rain and into the eternal sunshine of inspiration.

I often get jammed in between the tips of her fingers. I know I must be able to float, for love is life and life is free. So why do I allow her to hold on to me if it is not at all benefiting me? Perhaps I should be more selective about whether I should let her catch me, or even feel the heat of me against her tender skin.

Me: "I fantasize about caressing her with the yearning of my hungry mind. Body to body. Sigh to sigh."

I have never made her work for me, the way in which I was willing to work for her. If I could just get over this hump I would most certainly see, that I am worthy of being the subject of her pure affection. I deserve more than just momentary attention.

I am the power behind her movements on the floor, the energy that moves the pick to strike her guitar. The protection of clothes that cover her back.

But it seems that lonely just won't leave me alone.
Some days I wonder why I have to be cursed to love her as much as I do. I just can't seem to help myself. She is everywhere I have, am and will be.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

"Tipping The Velvet" Spoof - "Tipping o the Telveteen"

This is really done so bloody well! For anyone who has seen the film based on the Sarah Waters novel, this is a fantastic, madly amusing and creative rendition of some of the themes and memorable moments.
Gotta love the Brit Com!!

It is worth checking out the actual BBC interpretations of Sarah Waters works in mini-series form. Both "Tipping the Velvet" (2002) and "Fingersmith" (2005)are entertaining and highly aesthetic adaptations of Water's delicious novels. Juicy, intelligent, atmospheric-gender-bending-fucking, pearly period pieces that will get your pussy purring!
Down girls!
Tipping the Velvet, Part 1-1

Fingermith, Part 1-1