What is Love? Love: a loaded word with extremely subjective meaning. Some of us see the word and feel inspired, while others of us are triggered by memories of disappointment, abandonment, or an extreme sense of longing. Love, despite its subjectivity, is a universal concept. People all over the world are reaching for alignment with it… Continue reading 3 Signs You Aren’t Loving Yourself
I have a way of mistaking attraction for compatibility, and mutual desire for destiny. Possession can look like passion, and when you are wholly passionate in your self-expressions, the possessive grip of a man’s hands around the base of your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss ignites you in an indescribable way.… Continue reading Love Hides In Quiet Places – Part 1
All this pleasure! Oh, how every sense is ignited and flushed with pleasure. Satin sheets slip against wet skin. Bodies rise and fall to the rhythm of tantalizing bass lines. Shadows dance against the wall as candle light flickers wildly in the darkness. The aroma of diffused oils and scented candles permeate the air—inhaled between… Continue reading Love Hides in Quiet Places – Part 2
Dear Old “Friend:” I thought about our last interaction, and how intolerant I was, and had been with you for some time. Perhaps my harshness seemed out of hand, and lacking in understanding. You’re a good Christian man, who aims to take the high road and forgive. And perhaps you feel I should have been… Continue reading Nah.
Fellas, this one's for you.
All relationships require courage and have some element of risk-taking, and this idea of “readiness” is a false ideal that no one ever lives up to.
The mind is an interesting and somewhat crowded place. It houses all of our memories, our thoughts, and our emotions. It is also our body’s biological operational manual and manager, carrying enormous amounts of information and sending out thousands (if not millions) of directives to cells responsible for stimulating the action of every gland, organ,… Continue reading The Enemy in the Mind
You didn't hurt me. The hurt parts of me were attracted to you. You grated your emotional unavailability against old wounds and tore their scabs away. I bled out; I had to let the poison of my past all the way out. The hurt parts of me loved you. The wounded parts of me thought you were the one. The healed me knows better.
And I remember Unspoken "I love you"s But I live and love out loud So your silent 'I love you's don't count
On the first date with an ex, he told me he was confused about monogamy. His stance was very wishy washy. One moment he thought it wasn't natural or possible. The next moment, he said he felt he needed to work through that confusion in therapy in order to have a meaningful relationship. He said… Continue reading Red Flags & Mind Games