Songs of the Summer of ’96 and, of course, Love.

Toni Braxton. Detroit ’96. I was getting in trouble a lot in school and my sister was sent by my parents to talk to me, about how I wouldn’t be able to go to Detroit over the summer if I kept getting in trouble. I went anyway. (Spoiled then. Still am.)

For every summer there is an album that defines it for YOU. Maybe a few. For that summer, in that city…on 8 mile and 7, it was this…

The songs activated my heart chakra, before I even know what that was….I was in the 6 or 7th grade! My sister cheated on her boyfriend, by kissing another guy (rolling eyes) and I had  HUGE CRUSH on my brother’s friend (who understandably, at that time, paid me no mind)…I cried to “How Could An Angel Break My Heart.”

It’s time to remember good music. It’s time to remember the summers that changed our lives before we understood what transformation was….when we danced for the first time at strip clubs at 14 and were encouraged by our older sisters to “drink that drink!” We have to remember LIFE.

This album embodied future dreams when I THOUGHT I knew something about Love, illustrates lessons and themes that I USED to feel, (but I’ve broken through those old paradigms, for instance one of the songs “Why Should I Care?” asks a question that I know all to well the answer to “because you are a reflection of me,” and also speaks of not being able to forgive. Which, I can’t say that I’ll never reach that blockage again. But for now, I am clear.)

This album also seems to paint pictures that are currently framing the walls of my mind. “You’re Makin’ Me High,” (cause my pussy is HOT) and “I Love Me Some Him” …Not anyone in particular…that kind of Love is kind of a….mishmash of many feelings for many people at any given time expressed in different ways…And, I’m just grateful for my capacity to feel that deep.

Deeeeep….when she says I gotta “Find Me a Man…sensitive eyes….sensitive MIND…” It was the first time I had actually heard that line…really HEARD it…then I said….wow. I’ve come a long way…I manifested this man and I never knew or even recognized that this is something people SING about. Powerful.

So, give it a listen…cause to top it off…Babyface’s lyrics and arrangements…and Toni’s vooooiiiiccceee, omgeeeeee…….I’m gonna shake HARD tonight.

Ode to my (friend’s) daughter.

Video

Welcome to the world. We need you. Become who you fully are. Naseyah Naseyah Naseyah. I don’t even know how to spell your name. But I hope to never forget it. This is for you…”bursting out of me.”

Some women envy the woman who does nothing

Some woman envy the woman who does nothing

Who all she has to do is sit, and be

And all others are attracted to her.

 

Me?

I dance live love write create..exPRESS..

I can’t be any other way.

For many many many days I will say nothing

But when the dam is broken, 

When the tiger is un-leashed

Watch out. 

I don’t hide. 

I’m here, I’m fire, I’m NUDE, and I’m LOUD…

I am bellowing out.

I am an explosion of the best things in life. 

I am expansion, sprinklings of light, tingling sensations all over your body, and eyes

being pulled up and behind and to the back of your head as if by an invisible curtain.

I am woman Goddess playful child innocence and creativity who knows know bounds

I am Life! Ahahahahaha! 

Laughter! Love!

 

In me, you grow

I wanna make love to you again.

I need it, feel it in my body

The last time you exploded into me

I didn’t feel the warm wet creaminess you gave to me.

I need to feel that leak.

I, too, have a seed and am learning to conserve it.

I make love to myself with thoughts of you. 

I protect preserve and cherish these thoughts 

Ponder them a little longer before sharing

And then plant them inside me. 

And in me, you grow

Strange Love: Nathan Trice Explores Intimacy, Courtship, and Love in his Strange Love Episode Series

Delving into creative expression, in an attempt to match the unmatchable visions and aural frequencies of that which I partook of on Dec. 14^th for Nathan Trice’s Strange Love:  EPISODE 5 (there were 4 previous episodes) Eroticism/Memory: Exploring courtship, intimacy, and love at performing arts space Free Candy in Brooklyn, I present to you this poem as a type of artistic review the best way I know how to give it ya’: in my own way. I am not a dancer, but an artist just the same, untrained and unconstrained by societal or industry standards for what a review should be. I sometimes think the brightest ideas are the most scary, and I step out on faith hoping my little contribution to this small project will impact the way people write reviews for years to come.

In the dark and slow buzzing room that held a miraculous night within its walls…
Holographic images play in the background ‘neath synchronistic movements;
Vocal tones incorporated in the dance
As the man’s body folded to the tones of the feminine siren call to a sweet death
of the ego:
It was simultaneously an innocent call to love.
Not the “thing” love. But the “action.”
She is a singer
Why do dancers have to be singers too?

An original song by Nathan put me in a sentimental “Mood;”
The Asian man was a noodle;
I get the feeling they were improvising;
Representing what we all do in relationships
Trying to see into me
Attempting to reach intimacy;
We use eroticism and sex and our dicks and pussies as a means,
But riding that banana boat, do we ever reach our intended destination?
Yes, you climbed into me and tasted my rivers but did you, into me, see?
It’s fitting that the women would be vocalizing and the men silent;
That mirrors many a relationship;
Some women pine and pine away for affection and sometimes feel like they’re get drippings,
like from the meat from a pan…

The dance with chairs showed me how two people in a relationship mirror the other’s actions because THATS WHAT THEY THINK THE OTHER PERSON WANTS THEM TO DO!

And sometimes the naivety that everyone who is close to us thinks the same way makes us a fool.

The Asian girl had a b-boy break dancing approach,
A definite display of the dance between masculine and feminine;
There was a jazz trio,
Playing “Acknowledgement” by John Coltrane – isn’t that what we all want?
That room held a night and feeling,
And we were all one.
Nathan Trice was wise;
He told a story. It was a sacred dance.
It was moving, if you are able to be moved by any such thing.

For more on Nathan Trice and his dance company go to http://www.nathantricerituals.com

MUSE & MUSIC: Stimela by Wynter Gordon

Just the right touch of tribalism, spirituality, and sexiness. I love this video and it fits perfectly with the mood of this space. I especially appreciate the androgynous character who performs African dance …enjoy:

Devotion…sweet (D/s)

Today I woke up totally feeling like I wanted to be of service to my man. I wanted to pamper him and put him to bed while I cooked, cleaned, and checked on him periodically to see if he had any further requests. I wanted to make sure that everything in his environment was to his liking: peaceful, serene, and beautiful. I felt my former inner flight attendant emerge, and it is at that time in my life that I was discovering just how childlike grown men can be, and I of course wanted to treat him to some mile high love.

As I imagined him completely relaxed, rested, and fully  trusting me to take care of him, I began to realize that it wasn’t simply the act of serving that made me wet. It was the idea that I trusted him to be in authority over me (although non consent is a turn on as well). The idea of being dominated in and out of the bedroom is a hugely arousing concept for me, and that takes trust. As the fantasy took more twists and turns, the arousal moved to deeper and deeper parts of my womb and abdomen; it was almost like a dull ache. I was going to bust a serious nut thinking about him. I actually went to a place of full submission, where finally my hands were tied and I couldn’t move, and he was completely taking ownership over my orifices. He said he’d be a good boss, and I wanted to be a loyal employee. Fuck that, I wanted to be his slave.

Here are some songs that came to mind during the day:

And this…

And this…listen to the words, don’t just go off of the title. She says

“I offer you my sweet devotion…I wanna make it easier for you…I’m not perfect but my aim is to…be here and now…”

These are the lyrics that most resonate with me. Mmm…I just had to share. Me’shell Ndegeocello is such a sweet androgynous spirit and her voice is pure black silk over this song. Enjoy…and lay down with someone in sweet devotion…just don’t burn the food…

NEW EROTICA: The Marital Position

Look to Womb Noir to be a space for all things sexual, shadowy, and seductive. Here is a little taste of a new collection of erotica and a note from the author, Kenya Nushen:

There is a dire need for marriage to be explored in erotic literature. Where are you and your partner on the spectrum of sexual expression? Wherever you fall, be it romantic and intense or wild and creative, you’ll find an image of your true exotic selves in any one of these stories. So please enjoy the teaser…and I hope for you to enjoy the book even more!

A Woman Is Gracious…

So, I realize, if you’re a beautiful woman…you’re just a beautiful woman. You’ll get messages from everyone telling you so even if you don’t believe it fully. I don’t, but I think I’ve found someone who does. I’m working on the broken places…and I can’t turn my magnetism off. I want to shun other men who approach me but I can’t… I won’t. They are there and they deserve a certain type of love from me as well, after all, I attracted them. But…no one gives me that feeling like he does. No, not right now. I guess I know what he means about ending things abruptly and starting things organically. I think one thing about unconditional love or authenticity may have something to do with your feelings and always being true to them, living your truth. My heart doesn’t WANT to be mean to other men but my head tells me I should do so. That was when I was young. Now, I feel myself becoming a woman. A woman is always gracious to all men who compliment her, even if she’s not in love with them. I don’t ever want to cut off what made me desirable in the first place. If I’m alluring I just have to accept that. What can I say, it’s my fate. But, they won’t get everything… My heart is too full to accept anyone else at the moment.

Tossed Salad, Anyone?

Now here is when the posts start to get juicy, and I’m loving  the direction this blog is taking. Did you know I started a sex diary at 16, when I was still a virgin? I think there was an entire year where I did nothing but think about sex and masturbate. I would literally stay in my room for hours at a time trying to make myself cum. One of the topics that came up recently while talking to a few sisters online was ass licking. A woman posed a question: “Do you like having your ass licked?” Well, do you? Lol. I know I do. But it didn’t start out that way….

The first porn dvd that I bought that ever focused on ass worship was called “Lick the Can.” It was high quality porn, very arousing. But it wasn’t until a few years later that someone actually had done it for me. They turned me off from it for years to come, because who likes to feel numb during any sex act? It can be a total waste of time, and during love making there is no time to be wasted unless it’s pleasurable.

He told me to go take a bath. I was very submissive to him, and that in itself was interesting. I came back in the room, cold from the draft of air, nervous, wearing nothing but a towel. I put on my pj’s, a tank top and little cotton shorts, and I got into bed. He was watching cable tv and I was lying on my stomach. He rolled my little cotton shorts down my long legs, the shorts left little to the imagination anyway, my ass checks peeked out from the bottom, and he proceeded to massage my gluteus maximus. “Mmmm…” I moaned, it felt so good, to have these muscles kneaded that were barely touched except by, a g-string, jeans, black pants, and a dirty subway seat. He tickled me with his small pecks, kisses, and licks on my round, brown, ass. I was getting wet, anticipating what was to come. Then he spread my cheeks wide open. I was embarrassed, I don’t think I had anyone look directly at my ass before, and I buried my face in the pillow out of shyness. The lights were one. The tv was gurgling with background noise. The he did it. He put his slimy hard muscular tongue on my asshole. He moved it around, fast, and it felt like nothing. I’m so sorry…you are not as disappointed as I was that very night in my very demented boyfriend’s apartment. I think that’s what it was…there was a emotional/spiritual/sexual disconnect–I just didn’t feel anything when he licked my can.

A few years later, I met someone with whom I had an instant sexual connection. I mean we made out on the New York City streets up against a wall in broad day light. It was that intense. While I’ll never know whether or not it was a case of it burning out quickly or “out of sight out of mind, I do recall an ass licking experience with this man that surpassed the previous one by far. We were, what my good friend calls “going at it,” and he had turned me around with my ass right up against his hard and wet dick, which he had just pulled out of my throbbing pussy, I thought it was going to be a simple case of him hitting it from the back, but suddenly I felt my ass checks curtly pulled apart and his moist and wiggly tongue massaging my hole. I was moaning then, and it almost makes me moan now to think of how good it felt, and I even thought about the last time, although probably not during the act. I was in too much bliss to do comparisons until after my pussy had gone back to it’s normal wetness..not drip dripping like it was when he was eating my ass.

Different people can do different things to you, for you, on you, and it can feel different every time. I’ve never even thought of returning the favor, especially on a man, but I think there is something dirty-sexy about licking someone’s ass. I find it to the ultimate in submission and enthusiasm to please, which is an element that makes any sex partner immensely more desirable. An inevitable part of ass worship, tossing salad, ass-licking, rimming…whatever you choose to name this illicitly desirable act, I hope your ass enjoys it.