When I’m gone, leave my memories to the Ouro Preto skyline. Spread the ashes from the fire that finally burned me out across the roads. I am all that ever was. Take my voice in fistfuls like gunpowder and leave it with the last man I loved. Tell him to ignite it when he needs a little extra warmth. Do not tell him about the others; they were just firewood — just the matches I lit when I needed the extra warmth….♥ Continue reading When I am gone….

“Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is genuine.” I hear these words so often and relate this to the characteristics of love. I then ask myself, “Do I encompass these qualities when I demonstrate my love towards a person?” Patience? Kind? Genuine? However, after I go through my mental checklist, I feel that something is missing: intimacy.  Intimacy is a scary thing. Often time we connect being intimate with the physical acts such as hugging, kissing and sex. Yet, intimacy can be more than that. Intimacy allows a person to become completely transparent. “Into me, you see.” And when you live … Continue reading Why living without passion?

A rant inspired by the puritanical posturing of pedantic politicians. You can thank them at the polls. Soon. I’m not a sociologist, or a primatologist, or any other kind of “ologist” you can name, so if you want to argue fine points, blow me. These are just some strongly prevalent thoughts I’m spilling in semi-anger. I can scarcely imagine an endeavor so completely devoid of hope and reason as the futile effort to stifle human sexuality. Yet, it continues unabated, it’s proponents undaunted by endless bleak and utter failures. This fact astounds me. These puritanical antagonists are destined to failure, … Continue reading My Thoughts: On Human Sexuality and Its Noisome Detractors

I am alone, somewhere in a thick stand of trees. I’ve been climbing them. The insides of my calloused hands, bared forearms and thighs sting where rough bark granted me purchase to make my ascent, and descent — over and over again. I’ve explored the trees’ branches, and their roots. The dirt beneath my ragged nails evidences my efforts at finding their hearts somewhere beneath. It is early evening. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I am filthy, and tired, and hungry, but I do not care. I do not wish to go home. Not yet. I lie … Continue reading Minas Gerais….

 Despite her strength, her power, her intellect; despite her ability to balance the world in the palm of her delicate hand — or, perhaps, because of it — Yes, I think because of it — because she is a universe unto herself, fiercely independent, and so seemingly unconquerable — because of all these…♥   Continue reading Self….