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Anaïs knows

Wednesday, December 29th, 2021

“Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession.

It becomes a bore.

You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.

If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent human being in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony.

Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.”

Anaïs Nin

swoon

Tuesday, December 14th, 2021

He wrote me a poem:

❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

My warm heart pounding
A mistress afar
A timeless star
A story teller without peer
A soul and mind too dear
For this world too much weaned on hate
I miss this Angel as it is fate

(pretty bad…..time is short)

fruitless boy-poems

Sunday, October 13th, 2019

To the Vagina

Gwerful Mechain

Every poet, drunken fool
Thinks he’s just the king of cool,
(Every one is such a boor,
He makes me sick, I’m so demure),
He always declaims fruitless praise
Of all the girls in his male gaze.
He’s at it all day long, by God,
Omitting the best bit, silly sod:
He praises the hair, gown of fine love,
And all the girl’s bits up above,
Even lower down he praises merrily
The eyes which glance so sexily;
Daring more, he extols the lovely shape
Of the soft breasts which leave him all agape,
And the beauty’s arms, bright drape,
Even her perfect hands do not escape.
Then with his finest magic
Before night falls, it’s tragic,
He pays homage to God’s might,
An empty eulogy: it’s not quite right:
For he’s left the girl’s middle unpraised,
That place where children are upraised,
The warm bright quim he does not sing,
That tender, plump, pulsating broken ring,
That’s the place I love, the place I bless,
The hidden quim below the dress.
You female body, you’re strong and fair,
A faultless, fleshy court plumed with hair.
I proclaim that the quim is fine,
Circle of broad-edged lips divine,
It’s a valley, longer than a spoon or hand,
A cwm to hold a penis strong and grand;
A vagina there by the swelling bum,
Two lines of red to song must come.
And the churchmen all, the radiant saints,
When they get the chance, have no restraints,
They never fail their chance to steal,
By Saint Beuno, to give it a good feel.
So I hope you feel well and truly told off,
All you proud male poets, you dare not scoff,
Let songs to the quim grow and thrive
Find their due reward and survive.
For it is silky soft, the sultan of an ode,
A little seam, a curtain on a hole bestowed,
Neat flaps in a place of meeting,
The sour grove, circle of greeting,
Superb forest, faultless gift to squeeze,
Fur for a fine pair of balls, tender frieze,
A girl’s thick glade, it is full of love,
Lovely bush, blessed be it by God above.

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Believe it or not, Gwerful Mechain is

  • A FEMALE
  • Welsh 15th Century poet
  • famous for her erotic poetry
  • (and also her strict use of metre)

You might not be impressed (boo you!), but I certainly am. The again, if you are impressed, here’s some sweet Gwerful linkage:

Hope you had fun with this one. She’s inspired me. You will soon see why.

xo, Angela

PS. If you live in Australia, you can get the above peachy vagina as a sticker at Etsy.

PPS. Thank you, Mr. J 2.0, for introducing me to Gwerful. I’m truly smitten with her.

 

joan jett, bitches

Saturday, September 7th, 2019

My parents got me a guitar for Christmas when I was 13 and I went to take lessons. I told the teacher I wanted to learn how to play rock and roll. He told me, “Girls don’t play rock and roll,” and then tried to teach me “On Top of Old Smokey.’”

~Joan Jett

a sweet email that made my day

Tuesday, August 13th, 2019

To my Perfect Mistress:

Miss Angela, I am completely captivated by you.

You have listened to my fantasies and twisted them into chains of obedience that I cannot break. We talk. You listen and you spin out your sexy fantasies. You note every throb and each twitch. You hear any catch of breath or escaping sigh. You take up each and every revelation and fashion a link of dominance with which to bind me.

Your salacious kinky stories delight and excite. You lead me down dark slutty alleys of perversions and desires that take my breath away. You show my imagination pictures of lewd and wanton license, and draw me into the scenes.

You command and control. You tease and deny. You demand obedience. You inspire reverence. You punish reticence and when the time is just right, you loosen your bonds for a moment of unbelievable power and force as a reward, then somehow have me begging for my chains.

You take me on journeys of desperation and ecstasy that blur reality into fantasy and meld fantasy to passionate desire. You make my body hunger for pain. You make my mouth plead for denial. You make every part of me ache for your permissions.

You own me like the cheap dawg I am. You treat me like your whipped boi. You tease me with all the pleasures you can deny. And I beg for more.

Thank you.

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Such a sweet email from a beautiful guy. I am blessed and I am grateful.

xo, Angela

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