A little dissertation about the current state of my sex life which always blurs into my love life and both need a little attention right abo

I’m listening to an album called Spiritual War by this band called Fertile Ground. It accidentally came on a random playlist a couple of days ago. It brings back so many memories. Particularly a song called “Broken Branches.” I used to listen that song all the time back in the day. It was released in 2000. Can you fucking believe that? Seventeen fucking years! Has it been that long? I was new to Los Angeles. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for adventure and change, thinki

Listening to "Goodbye" by Lizz Wright. I used to listen to this song on repeat and just cry my eyes out thinking about Dean. It's just so weird thinking about it now. It just seems like lightyears away. I used to REALLY be in love with that guy. I can barely remember it now. What I do recollect are the mountains of journal entries I used to write about him and how all my friends said that I was bugging them too much complaining about him. It feels like a movie; like I'm remem

Despite the fact that my main profession revolves around technology I have never been a big tech nerd. While I can navigate through any software, program, application and many games thrown at me, for the most part I’m not really one to ride the wave of modern technology. This has never been so blatantly true as when it comes to cell technology. For YEARS I avoided buying a cell phone and when I finally broke down to purchase one I remember the customer representative behind t

As our country’s cultural diversity grows with each passing generation, we have to adapt to the tonal changes made in the way we communicate

“Like the fear that you're standing here 'cause you want to be liked Like you know you need your instrument But does your instrument need to be mic'd” -Ani DiFranco The only problem that I have found with having split personalities is that none of them know when to shut the fuck up; “Split Personality” in the vein of naming different aspects of my persona. Not necessarily in the dramatic sense a la “Sybil” but I’m thinking more on the level of “United States of Tara” mi

One of Aesop’s more flawed fables is that of the Fox and the Leopard. In it, the haughty Leopard tries to convince the Fox that he is clearly the more beautiful creature considering the luxuriousness of his mane and the magnificent embellishment of spots within it. The Fox in turn tells the Leopard that the cunningness, wiliness and guile within his spirit are more magnificent than any embellishment any animal could simply display within their fur, thus his inner beauty (as w

Do you think Top/Bottom labels define us more than they should? M3 contributors and Breeze discuss.

So I'm writing a piece for this Black Bear inclined blog that I have been ever so lucky to be acquainted with and the piece requires me to do a bit of self reflection and take a few nostalgic (and uncomfortable) trips down memory lane. Mainly when it comes to my dealings with the ever (in)famous Notaboyfriend... Dean. The whole excursion combined with the recent manscaping of my grey wool inclined face has definitely pushed the idea of my own mortality into the forefront of m

Adventures in big boy sex parties.