Showing posts with label desires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desires. Show all posts
Monday, January 23, 2012
I Love
I have an unnatural addiction to all things vanilla. That’s not a
metaphor for white men, I just love the flavoring. I love vanilla
scented candles, Good Hope Vanilla Tea, smelling vanilla extract
straight from the bottle, I love vanilla. I love to juice mangoes and
pineapple in the summer and drink it for breakfast it on my balcony. I love salads
with avocado and black olives and home grown, organic tomatoes. I love
salsa music with a passion and a dance partner who is taller than me
when I’m in heels. I love going to a jazz club and sitting so close to
the bass that I can feel the vibrations in my chest. I love cuddling on
the sofa, spooning in bed, finding that perfect place on my lover's
chest where I just fit, and waking up with him aroused and rubbing on my
butt. I love listening to the piano being played solo, the first day
of spring when I can wear sandals outside, the look of my feet in high
heels with clear polish on my toes, taking a hot bath and feeling my
body temperature rise, rubbing my head after I just got my hair cut,
sucking on a newborn baby’s perfect little toes, herbal tea with honey,
pumpkin seed chili, and pear cobbler from Lush Life Café. I love when I
sweat and it's that slippery kind of sweat. I love my grandfather. I
love that he was a civil rights leader and taught me the importance of
having integrity. I love that my grandmother gave me the love my mother
never could. I love that I have had the opportunity to help two
wonderful loved ones transition peacefully. I love raspberries,
blueberries, cherries, and really juicy peaches and plums. I love the
fact that I'm not average. I love organic gardening and making fresh
pesto sauce from basil I grew on my porch. I love blasting Lewis Taylor in the car over and over again and singing it at the top of my
lungs. I love being in love and spoiling my partner and knowing that he
appreciates it. I love Cafe 290 on Sunday nights and a decadent picnic
basket with gourmet foods. I love throwing dinner parties for friends
and using my cloth napkins. I love all my ex's for teaching me how to
love and making me a better woman. I love Law & Order marathons
when every episode has Jesse L. Martin, HGTV, documentaries about Black
history, and Alvin Aliey’s Revelations make me cry every time I see it.
I adore making love to men with the same skin color as me, when I don’t
know where he begins and I end. I love writing a story and seeing the
words come alive on the paper and realizing that I gave birth to
transformative words. I love playing games online that stimulate my
brain and learning the words to amazing songs in different languages I
don’t speak. I love having my nipples sucked softly like a baby and the
art of Woodrow Nash. I love drinking coffee with amaretto creamer at
night before I go to bed. I love egg custard snow cones, unagi,
learning things most people don’t know, women with thick, wooly, nappy
afros and smooth dark skin. I love late night phone sex with men with
poetic hearts and radical minds. I love the feeling of finishing a
creative project, writing in my journal, chilled white wine, bone china,
crisp, freshly laundered sheets, smoked salmon, making love in the
candlelight, talking dirty during sex, white chocolate, dark chocolate,
Stevie Wonder, I love telling people that Earth, Wing & Fire's
September was written just for me because my birthday is the 21st night
of September. I love Ledisi's Feeling Orange CD even though it costs an
arm and a leg and is more rare than a split atom, musicals from the 60s
and 70s, and meditation. I love conversation with deeply cerebral
individuals who appreciate me for me and not my aesthetics and who don't
judge me for my politics. I love when people tell me that something
that I've written has helped them, healed them, moved them, aroused
them, or given them a new way to think about things. I love wearing
dresses and going out to dinner and knowing that I'm going to go home
and make incredible, passionate, sensual, AfroerotiK love.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Made for Me
Made for Me
If I could have a man created specifically for me, with all the things I desire in a partner, I would ask for a man who took my breath away every time I saw him. He would be tall and brown and ooze integrity and character from every pore in his being. He would be wise beyond his years and his words would be carefully chosen each time he spoke and they would flow like honey from his lips.
If I could have a man created specifically for me, he would consider Africa his cultural and spiritual homeland and be willing to shed the belief systems that we have incorporated during slavery for a more holistic way of living. He would be driven to fulfill his purpose in life and single minded in his dedication to a cause that is holy, righteous, and good. He will meditate every morning and he would pray with me every night. Of course, he will be able to cry on my shoulder and ask for support because he has come face to face with the demons that have kept men from evolving emotionally and he will have a commitment to redefining himself anew. He will listen first and then speak, he will not internalize every comment as criticism, and he will apologize when he’s done something wrong.
My perfect man will live off of a plant based diet, practice a spiritual system other than Christianity, and he will be openly bisexual. He will have been in an intimate relationship with another man and loved him. He will be comfortable with his sexuality not being tied to ridiculous roles that define him. He will be a patient and attentive lover who will be willing to please and pamper me with the knowledge that I will only return the favor tenfold.
He will be an amazing father to our children, patient, loving, and kind. He will be an excellent example for them to follow and raise them up to be discerning, compassionate, logical, and most of all brilliant. He will not show favoritism to our sons and he will be capable of twisting the locs in our daughter’s hair. He will be willing to educate our children at home and take equal responsibility in doing so.
He would never be intimidated by my intellect, potential, or my activism and he would support me and my efforts with words of encouragement and praise. He would put other’s needs above his wants and we will travel the world in search of truth. He will know the first and third verses of the Negro National Anthem and he will stand up when it’s being sung without being told. He will never use the word nigger, nigga, or any phonetic or derivative spelling thereof out of reverence and respect for our ancestors.
I want my perfect man to be equal parts creative and intelligent, equal parts spiritual and carnal. Make him open-minded, tolerant of people’s differences, and as far left as he can get politically without falling off the scale and ending up in jail at Guantanmo Bay. I want him to be an avid reader and lover of jazz, art, real theater (not Medea plays) and capable of articulating why the current brand of hip-hop is misogynist and offensive to not only women but to men as well.
His commitment to our relationship will be beyond compare. My perfect man would prioritize and sacrifice in order for us to continually grow. Ahh, my perfect lover would hold me in his arms at night and kiss my forehead and whisper, “I love you,” and make me feel as if everything was right with the world.
If I could have a man created specifically for me, with all the things I desire in a partner, I would ask for a man who took my breath away every time I saw him. He would be tall and brown and ooze integrity and character from every pore in his being. He would be wise beyond his years and his words would be carefully chosen each time he spoke and they would flow like honey from his lips.
If I could have a man created specifically for me, he would consider Africa his cultural and spiritual homeland and be willing to shed the belief systems that we have incorporated during slavery for a more holistic way of living. He would be driven to fulfill his purpose in life and single minded in his dedication to a cause that is holy, righteous, and good. He will meditate every morning and he would pray with me every night. Of course, he will be able to cry on my shoulder and ask for support because he has come face to face with the demons that have kept men from evolving emotionally and he will have a commitment to redefining himself anew. He will listen first and then speak, he will not internalize every comment as criticism, and he will apologize when he’s done something wrong.
My perfect man will live off of a plant based diet, practice a spiritual system other than Christianity, and he will be openly bisexual. He will have been in an intimate relationship with another man and loved him. He will be comfortable with his sexuality not being tied to ridiculous roles that define him. He will be a patient and attentive lover who will be willing to please and pamper me with the knowledge that I will only return the favor tenfold.
He will be an amazing father to our children, patient, loving, and kind. He will be an excellent example for them to follow and raise them up to be discerning, compassionate, logical, and most of all brilliant. He will not show favoritism to our sons and he will be capable of twisting the locs in our daughter’s hair. He will be willing to educate our children at home and take equal responsibility in doing so.
He would never be intimidated by my intellect, potential, or my activism and he would support me and my efforts with words of encouragement and praise. He would put other’s needs above his wants and we will travel the world in search of truth. He will know the first and third verses of the Negro National Anthem and he will stand up when it’s being sung without being told. He will never use the word nigger, nigga, or any phonetic or derivative spelling thereof out of reverence and respect for our ancestors.
I want my perfect man to be equal parts creative and intelligent, equal parts spiritual and carnal. Make him open-minded, tolerant of people’s differences, and as far left as he can get politically without falling off the scale and ending up in jail at Guantanmo Bay. I want him to be an avid reader and lover of jazz, art, real theater (not Medea plays) and capable of articulating why the current brand of hip-hop is misogynist and offensive to not only women but to men as well.
His commitment to our relationship will be beyond compare. My perfect man would prioritize and sacrifice in order for us to continually grow. Ahh, my perfect lover would hold me in his arms at night and kiss my forehead and whisper, “I love you,” and make me feel as if everything was right with the world.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Let the meditations of my heart . . .
May the Creator add light and love to my thoughts so that they may become manifest
I desire the end of the reign of white supremacy that has oppressed people of color for thousands of years.
I desire a restoration of balance and harmony to the consciousness of the earth that is aligned with the universe, one verse, the Creator of All.
I desire the end of the fallacy of male supremacy and a restoration of equality of human beings not based on genitals but based on the symbiotic relationship between genders.
I desire those human beings who have perpetuated hatred, oppression, war, and evil for profit to receive just earthly punishments for their behavior while in human form.
I desire the end of religious beliefs that were created by man to control and dominate the masses and desire a more holistic, connected spiritual path based on truth to be ushered forth
I desire earthly restitution for the people of color who have suffered genocide, enslavement, and cultural annihilation at the hands of Caucasians.
I desire an energy of peace and love to envelop this earth plane and infuse our spirits with truth.
I desire the veil of illusion that has been placed over people of African descent to be lifted so that we might see exactly how debilitating assimilation into white culture is for our beings.
I desire self-love and confidence in my abilities
I desire to release the negative self talk that haunts my subconscious mind
I invite unconditional love from my divine right partner, my twin flame into my life so that I might be able to give and receive human love abundantly while in this body SOON
I desire the opportunity to give birth to a child who will grow up to surpass my lofty expectations and goals for him or her
I desire to be a mother to children whom I can raise, love, and nurture with my husband to teach them the ways of a spiritual warrior and enlightened being.
I desire the ability to remain humble in the face of financial success and acclaim
I acknowledge that my words have power and I desire that they will go forth to the masses and be received in such a way that they will usher in transformations, education, and healing
I desire my book, In Loving Color, with photography by Aaron Brown, to become a phenomenal best seller and open doors to dialogue about Black sexuality that will free us from mental chains that keep us enslaved to debilitating mindsets
I desire AfroerotiK to be the foundation for an erotic revolution that will generate workshops, videos, magazines, CDs, conferences, healing centers, radio programs, and any and all multi media opportunities that will create more opportunities for Black people and relationships to heal.
I desire healing for my mother so that she can be released from her need to manipulate and control, so that she might see her own pathological behaviors and be able to release them easily.
I desire a life filled with learning, art, culture, good food, good friends, great music, and harmony.
I desire the reverence to respect the earth and the environment with every action I take
I desire the end of the reign of white supremacy that has oppressed people of color for thousands of years.
I desire a restoration of balance and harmony to the consciousness of the earth that is aligned with the universe, one verse, the Creator of All.
I desire the end of the fallacy of male supremacy and a restoration of equality of human beings not based on genitals but based on the symbiotic relationship between genders.
I desire those human beings who have perpetuated hatred, oppression, war, and evil for profit to receive just earthly punishments for their behavior while in human form.
I desire the end of religious beliefs that were created by man to control and dominate the masses and desire a more holistic, connected spiritual path based on truth to be ushered forth
I desire earthly restitution for the people of color who have suffered genocide, enslavement, and cultural annihilation at the hands of Caucasians.
I desire an energy of peace and love to envelop this earth plane and infuse our spirits with truth.
I desire the veil of illusion that has been placed over people of African descent to be lifted so that we might see exactly how debilitating assimilation into white culture is for our beings.
I desire self-love and confidence in my abilities
I desire to release the negative self talk that haunts my subconscious mind
I invite unconditional love from my divine right partner, my twin flame into my life so that I might be able to give and receive human love abundantly while in this body SOON
I desire the opportunity to give birth to a child who will grow up to surpass my lofty expectations and goals for him or her
I desire to be a mother to children whom I can raise, love, and nurture with my husband to teach them the ways of a spiritual warrior and enlightened being.
I desire the ability to remain humble in the face of financial success and acclaim
I acknowledge that my words have power and I desire that they will go forth to the masses and be received in such a way that they will usher in transformations, education, and healing
I desire my book, In Loving Color, with photography by Aaron Brown, to become a phenomenal best seller and open doors to dialogue about Black sexuality that will free us from mental chains that keep us enslaved to debilitating mindsets
I desire AfroerotiK to be the foundation for an erotic revolution that will generate workshops, videos, magazines, CDs, conferences, healing centers, radio programs, and any and all multi media opportunities that will create more opportunities for Black people and relationships to heal.
I desire healing for my mother so that she can be released from her need to manipulate and control, so that she might see her own pathological behaviors and be able to release them easily.
I desire a life filled with learning, art, culture, good food, good friends, great music, and harmony.
I desire the reverence to respect the earth and the environment with every action I take
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