Wednesday, September 24, 2014

For the Seasons: Boy or Girl

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.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

For the Seasons: Beating Drum

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.

~~~

Beating Drum

I love you like a beating drum.
A kaleidoscope for danger
and a blood curling echo.

I love to love you,
hurt you, fuck you.

Use your body for
my body's pleasure.
Play you, love you,
kiss you all night long.

Pain's not your pleasure,
but for me you play to faint.
Love you, hurt you; bang.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

For the Seasons: Bad Girl

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.

~~~

Bad Girl

I recognize my red lipstick.
I kiss his lips and smear
it down his chin.
Biting the valley of his neck.

Look at my bad girl.

I nip at the silver silk
over his chest,
tasting the expensive fabric.

She recoils against my teeth
but doesn't move.
Spending money on clothes again.
I gnaw on the fabric
pulling it down revealing
her broad shoulders.
She whimpers.
I push her back against the wall.
Paw her legs open.

Look at her.

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 Petal Kiss.

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.