18 Weeks Pregnant...

Wish I Could Explain Some of the Things Going Through my Brain, I havent been able to achieve that stillness that it takes to be a channel of my innermost self.

So Imma just chill for now and listen to my Hip Hop music...

 

Posted Up

 

#Queens

Pheromonic Harmonicz

This Earth, my place of birth I walk with hardened heels

Continuously surprised at these ordeals
Cellestial influences seeping through the cosmos
In pensive throught notions pop like bottles
and inside the open space the abyss of enlightenment frightening and amazing images appear all at once
And the recognition of such- worldwide love
A heart big enough to fit a mustard seed- reverberatng orgasmic contractions support and invigorate the growth of the harvest received
So with my hands this crown I succeed- placing so oh so gently on my head
brow wet with sweat, armpits exuding a carnal scent
with wet lips I kiss and perch my lips on the precipice of the concept of forgiveness
to all my friends and sideliners alike, I seek joy in your fulfillment and light
stick my sword in the ground to pay homage to Gaia, my source of nourishment
Silent meditations and prayerful movements
Like Mos Def said...."Brown Skinned Lady" Travellin (Womb)man, as she...
"navigates the treacherous and makes it look effortless"
I throw my whims to the wind, and speak music to your heart
in an entrancing embrace I commune with our compassion
As water to a seed I proceed in that fashion
passion, romance, and letting go of a concept of bodily hate
The things that create gates
The screams that imprison and create "cardboard cut out illusions"
of what a "queen" looks and sounds like
the meaningless speculation and eager curiousity as to "how that yoni tastes"
or how this kundalini rises and spirals
that fear you may hold onto that holds the secrets of your deepest desires- that electrical chemistry called our worlds expanding...

Simultaneously,
as we meet, be it in between my legs or in the street (dont creep!)
Sweet hellos and sweeter goodbyes
and always more...whys?
but only tears of joy and praise dances- in the institution of spirit university
stroke your ego- and now your a zombie.

And all it took was pacification?
Classifications, domination and applicable statements?
Tense up your body, now relax
Contract and expand like the rhythm does
Put the fear of God in you, and discover Love.
Pop the molly, Im sweatin?
call it an ego glove
Slow wind these hips, gyrate and split
call it amazing, love <3

We just love to hear you say it

Dont lure me into your lustful cave, where secrets die as a martyr to my blossoming lotus
Ancient and Eternal
Daytime or Nocturnal
Serpents are cool, but can be venemous and cruel
Let us all have our moment in the sun
and it will still lead us back to one.
Me. You.
3,2
1.

#PoliticsofSexiness

Homemade Yarn Locs

 

 

#Fresh

Thats what Im lookin for...

Solar Divine Feminine Stand Up.

Hip Hop is Alive and Undulating Unda tha Pressha)))...

Shout out BEAST COAST- The Big Apple- New York City- NYC- BK- to my folks in BX- Across the Borders and Beyond...

Joey Bada$$ Freestyle- a pure Hip Hop Motion

RIP Capital STEEZ ( Reborn December 24, 2012)

We welcome and commune with our new ancestor.

Smooth...now FUNK DAT Joey...

FUNK: N. A style of popular dance music of US black origin, based on elements of blues and soul and having a strong rhythm that typically accentuates the first beat in the bar

source: Google

Jah No Dead.

The Way you Lookin at me

Him: Do you like Ethiopian food?

Me: OMG you just hit the G spot!

Him: Really? It was that easy?

Me: *laughs gracefully* you know I was just being nice...

(in my head: hmmmm...never thought of it like that)

#politicsofsexiness

Baaaaad

These chicks are bad...

Its funny how I was just thinking about them, and here they pop up on the verge of their lifestyle brand blowing up globally...

Met them in like 09 in New York City at a friends BBQ....get itttt

yes they can gett ittt :D

Dynasty & Soul Ogun

http://stylelikeu.com/closets/dynasty-and-soul/

Yes, this is sexy. And not just politically speaking, but certainly so.

.WORD.

Repression

So this was the 2nd post I put up for this blog, and I decided to take it down because I felt that it was too revealing, esp in light of some attention that this blog I notice has been getting....but I feel like its probably necessary for this to remain up for those to get fed the spiritual nourishment that such a catharsis can potentially provide..

News has been brought to my attention. News that would be processed by mainstream society as "yous a ho". After having a good old chat with Mary Jayne, who Ive noticed has been sort of distant from me since I left SF, I discovered that I was throwing my pussy at whoever was gonna catch it the night before I left SF. She emphasizes that I was in "good hands" and no one present was actually trying to take advantage of me. I didnt fuck with anyone, but apparently I popped my titty out and shook my butt for this brotha completely unaware of it myself. Now if I were to share with the readers of the blog what happened that night, it would sound a lot different than what I was just told. But I also cant help but wonder: 

How the hell did I end up walking home shit faced drunk by myself that night if I was in such good hands? 

Thats the part I dont quite get. But thats not the point of this post. 

The title of this post is Repression. And this is a major factor in the politics of sexiness (the context of this blog).

 Repression is what allows people to lash out unexpectedly, it creates a channel so narrow for nature to express itself that she acts out of impulse, and fear of not ever being able to be expressed. She submits to a vacuumed experience, and buries her sorrows under shots of alcohol and unspoken codes. Shes straight forward, and becomes primally driven. Then the next day, conditioning comes to pick up all the pieces.

How have I come to this place? How have I allowed my sexuality to be repressed and policed to the point that I dont remember personal invitations given to bask in my yoni?

"Your justification was basically that you're a Pisces exploring your sexual energy"

 I could name a long list of those isms I could articulate to responsibility. "The white man, patriarchy, sexism, racism, self hate, deprivation, lack of mother" on and on and on.

":Eye think that night was telling in terms of your sexuality or sensuality and it was beautiful but ugly at the same time knowing that it also came from a place of deprivation."

Mary Jayne

This is why Ive even started this blog to begin with.

This blog is a journey to refining the power and wisdom of my sensuality and channeling it into  an empowering, life giving source- back to myself- and occasionally with others.

Todays mathematics 2+5=7

wisdom + power/refinement= God

Ashe-o.

The Politics of Sexiness