…Or maybe just in hibernation.
Call it a business move, or something more personal than that. I’m a self proclaimed Black Female Nudethusiast, but if you notice, all of the nude pictures of me are gone from this site. They maybe be floating around there in cyberspace somewhere, and that is something I cannot control. But I’ve been moved by Spirit to turn over a new olive leaf (Adam and Eve reference…the leaf that covers their genitals in the nice paintings).
When Spirit speaks, you listen. When it calls you answer. When it instructs, you obey. If anyone knows what I mean, holla if you hear me.
There really isn’t anything else to say about the matter.
Well maybe there is. You see, I’m a freelance writer and I use this in my profile as a part of my portfolio. I don’t want my clients to see me nude. That is a service they AREN’T paying for. But they do want my words and storytelling abilities via my custom erotica service. That I give them and I serve it up very, very well.
And neither is anyone else. I think I’ve found a nice safe outlet for my nudies and I’m happy with that. I think for a time I just needed to get them out there, it was my way of celebrating freedom and personal liberation. They may return, in calendar form. In coffee table book form, in digital e-book form…but for now, this space can’t hold the full magnanimity that is then energy of the image of my naked body right; I know my power now.
A man who wanted to date me demanded that I take these photos down. He didn’t last long in my life.
The man I’m seeing now is a photographer. Go figure. While he’s spoken to me about the permanence of anything you post, and his words have penetrated deeper that I may have wanted to admit at one time, I feel that being open minded about needing to take them down at some point is something helped me do. I made the decision on my own, by deciding to obey the instructions of my ancestors, but I certainly enjoy the freedom I feel from this man who doesn’t insist on owning the rights to my body. Nobody can truly do that. It goes against why I even created this blog.
It’s a space for pleasure and creativity to thrive. But there’s a context for everything, and things change. I’ve changed. And change is good. It’s soooooo good.
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. 14th 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
What on the human body is more like a fruit than the juicy yoni, pussy, cat, lingham, dick, cock, balls, ass, titties, boobs, breasts…nipples? I just ate some fruit, and I feel full, very full. Sated is an even better word. I was sure to eat pineapples so that my juices would taste sweet, as I plan on tasting them a little later tee hee…here are some images to inspire…