Sunday, July 18, 2010


A little over two months ago one of my best friends (whose way with words makes me swoon) said I should check out this blog, this writer, this woman, this person.  He didn't say it in that many words but I knew he admired her on all fronts.  I found someone (with more literary talent than I could dream to have) who expresses so well, so many of my thoughts and desires.

When I read that first post I intended to go back through her archives.  As usual, I got sidetracked.  Today I saw her on twitter and was reminded of the reading I needed to do.  I went back to the beginning.  And was reminded of how connected to her I feel.  I started pulling out little bits of some of her posts that resonate so harmoniously with me.    After each excerpt I have included the link to the full post.  In addition to these little nuggets of wisdom there are entire posts that I just love.  These are listed at the end.  I wish I could repost them all here but that feels more like plagiarism than what? What's the word I want here? Adoration? Worship? Admiration?   I apologize for my gushing...hopefully, you will understand when you read her words.  Fair warning: much of this deals with sex and sexuality and is not suitable for work, minors, prudes, or those easily offended.

What I want in life can't be made from money. I can't stand the idea of spending my life working toward financial stability, and finding out in the end that I wasted my time. There better be a lot more to life than all of that "EXPECTED" nonsense, and I am not going to wait around to let it find me.

Since when does a clean house and non-interest in sex=good person?
I'm happier my way.

 The only thing that ever sucks about performing oral on a woman is that it is incredibly frustrating to both breathe and encourage the oh-my-god-don't-ever-stop gyrations. Sometimes I wish I didn't need to breathe, just so we could get her there.
My belief is, if you can breathe, you're doing it wrong. 

 A cold orgasm is akin to starvation. This ardor needs to meet its match, needs a mate. Give me someone who burns the way I burn. Give me someone that drowns in it as I do. I need that intensity. Anything less is just far too paltry. I am starving.

I am a passionate person. Everything I love incites a fire in me, a burning. I am easily swept up. I look for that quality in others. 

Art will do it for me, photography and sculpture will too. Music, good writing, dance. Above all, seeing that fire burning in other people does it for me. I love the passion with which some people live. These fiery people are nearly always problematic. There is always something not quite right about them. All the fervency leaves them a little unbalanced. We all crash. This I love too.

I am a woman of many tastes. I love all kinds of love. I love the soft kind, the forbidden kind, the rough kind, the kinky kind. What I desire though, more than anything, is his love. 

Writing, for me, is a potent expression of pleasure. Many things please me. Yes, sex pleases me. Yes,intimacy, love, affection, and joviality please me. Yes, literature, art, music, dance, individuality, free form expression, and writing please me. I immerse myself in my loves here. I recline on my literary couch and indulge in a little lotus-eating here. I am not ashamed.

I'm ready to move forward. Ready to create a life full of my own rules. 
Rule #1: There are no rules.

I am priming myself for a move most find questionable because I cannot abide by leaving such a gaping unknown. I still yearn for immersion in more creativity than I, myself, express. I'm touched by a lyric to a song I heard the other day, something about living a life out loud. Part of me thinks, "what does that even mean?" while part of me resonates with it. 

I dislike my way of leaving seemingly disconnected strands of thought as a blog. The strands to belong to a greater whole, I promise. I just have no way of braiding them for you.

The following links are to entire posts that I simply love:

I hope I have not embarrassed her too much.  I am not a stalker fan.  More a lazy fan.  But definitely a fan.  Elise, thank  you for sharing your talents, emotions, words, aspirations, joys, loves, hates, everything with us.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you. I love that you enjoy my writing enough to share it in this way. It makes me happier than you could know.