You need to be kissed.
You can vividly recall the last time you were fucked. When was the last time someone feasted upon your lips?
Can you remember the last time a warm palm caressed your cheek? When fingertips last grazed lazily over your frame? When a tongue glided aimlessly over your skin with no destination in mind? When someone last recognized your fragrance as home?
In the first of a series of fresh starts I’m giving myself for my upcoming birthday (We’re one week away from 31), I gave my blog a new, minimalist look. Purging and simplifying will be the theme of the coming year but more on that in next week’s birthday post. For now, I want you to check out my pretty new clean design. To scratch the writing itch and give you a reason to check out the new digs, I’m answering five random questions that I found in various corners of the internet. I may make this a weekly practice to keep things moving around here. Here goes:
One: If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?
Saturday night, I found myself restless and made a trip to my local library.
Yes, this is what I do on Saturday nights these days: go to the library.
I went in search of Roxanne Gay’s Bad Feminist. Coming up empty, I decided to take a leisurely stroll down the aisles. As I soaked in the quiet and the many titles, one book stood out: The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking. I saw visions of me and this book having romantic afternoons in the park, hanging out at the lake to take in a sunset, curled up together on my couch or in my bed, snuggling under the covers. The book was meant to be my bae. So of course, I checked it out.