Monday, August 25, 2014

Monday Morning: Aug 25


If I had a playlist for those times where I just have to run out of a place, be it a bar or protestetc, crying... this would be it. It was that kind of weekend for me.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

For the Seasons: Petal Kiss

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Today's poem falls in the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~
Please go to Bare Back Magazine to read Emerald Love.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

South Beach “Diet” Has Stolen My Soul

You are extremely fortunate if you've never heard of low-carb diets. Even more fortunate if you have never tried a low-carb diet. I, on the other hand, find myself refreshingly miserable.

Sugar is a beast, an addiction that has a reputation of providing the same high consistently. It's a menace that requires more input than output, input meaning that it likes to be paired up with fats. Such pairings like ice cream and french fries. Bacon, jalapeno, cheese burger. Margaritas and hot dogs. White Russians and pub food. Chips!, 50% fat and 48% mystery carbs.

Output—I have found no efficient way to output high sugary foods through movement to date.

But sugar is dangerous, like all addictions. And like most addictions I've been avoiding, I must make away with. That's how I found the South Beach Diet. Seemed simple, you avoid added sugars, bread, pasta, fruit, and carrots for two weeks.

Yeah, there's no way I could stop eating carrots. Or croutons. Crackers, I like crackers. But, I've been doing well without bread—aka I could really go for some French bread with butter and cheese. I really miss fruit.

But, all those missing feelings and cravings disappear when I look into the mirror. I stand there facing years of addictions and I'm so grateful to not feel so bloated.

I'm so relieved that what can seem extreme feels so nice to me. That I can lay in bed in the morning without escaping into a lifeless void. That I can go throughout the day without sugar highs and lows. And really, what's more important than ice cream? Ice cream with a friend, enjoying the time not the food. Enjoying company not the food.

The memories I want to create revolve around people. The life I am living revolves around friendship and living. It's a nice, simple, life.

Monday, August 18, 2014

MM 18 Aug 2014

The music I listen to is a direct reflection of my mood. I haven't been posting music playlists lately, and that too is a reflection of my mood. I've been working on that over the weekend. And I settled on a nice upbeat, yet very laid back playlist.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

For the Seasons: Emerald Love

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Today's poem falls in the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~
Please go to Bare Back Magazine to read Emerald Love.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Return of My Iron Supplements

According to my brief and limited research of the complications and interactions of diabetes, PCOS, hypothyroidism, iron deficiency, and poor skin... I have come to the conclusion that my body is at a royal disadvantage. This causes massive pains to my wallet, and overall ability to splurge on yarn. Especially since buying supplements and prescriptions is the highest item on my budget.

And to the point of iron supplements. Iron can be found in spinach, leafy greens, red meat, and fortified cereals and grains. I have avoided red meat and fortified cereals/grains for various reasons (cholesterol, sugar, and salt), which is fine. Greens, though, I can't keep them fresh. It's like they wither in the shopping bag on the way homesame with bananas!

There is a blatant correlation between the foods we eat and the way our bodies manage. My most recent doctor's visit has proven that fact blood test after blood test. The ability to incorporate foods moderately into my daily eating is beyond me, and so iron supplements and I are going to be buds for a few weeks. Or until I can figure out how to keep greens fresh!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

For the Seasons: Mine

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Today's poem brings us to the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~

Mine

She has no idea that I
can see her long legs
from the corner of my eyes.
Swinging them.
Her silver sandals twinkling
with each movement.

She hardly used to wear
skirts so short. Skirts that
don't--leave--very

wonderful pair of legs.
And thighs. My thighs, I say.
She stops swinging her legs,
a timid expression on her face.
They’re mine.
We’ve exchanged our
possessions early on.

I leaned over her tall frame,
sitting still on the kitchen counter.
Show me my thighs.
My hands become chains
on the side of her hips.
My legs to whisper caresses
with my tongue.
Her body is my body.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

For the Seasons: A Dream

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Today's poem brings us to the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~

A Dream

I had a dream this morning.
I dreamed of your warm
naked body over mine.
Your hot mouth covering mine.
Your hands reaching through
dangerous places,
but mostly all over my body.
Dipping in between my legs,
your fingers awakening each cell.
Rummaging through nerves and endings.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

For the Seasons: Demi

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works will have warnings. As always, read with caution.


~~~

Demi

She hides her face
when her silhouette darkens my heart.
Tugs at the chains tying us together.
She kisses like a butterfly
and listens like a mountain.

She is my everlasting,
my salvation, and my damnation.
She's a pillar of joy and sadness,
be it my sadness or her own.
And she's happiness bundled
in golden leaves and ruby petals.

A man in her right,
my woman in my heart.
She's the best of both worlds,
and the worse of heartbreak.

She loves me,
can never despise me.
Even if I break her apart,
reassemble her into heaven and hell.
She's changed by my hand
and complete with my heart.

She’s my demi lover.
I need her.
Half goddess half god.
She begins where I end
and ends where I say to.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

For the Seasons: Boy


For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works will have warnings. As always, read with caution.


~~~

Boy

With eyes that glow.
Ears that whimper
in between my lips.

Take me to your bed.
Invite me into your lair
and make me queen.

Owner to your domain,
the gravitational pull
to your happiness and misery.

Happiness when
beneath me.
Misery without me.