Sunday, August 28, 2011
If you wonder...
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Stacked stories... So the steeper the stack, the more interesting the stories?
I bet is is! No, I know it is!
Imagine...All that you've experienced in a sexual level. Your dreams, fantasies and experiences, times people in the world. It's exciting to think of the possibilities. Every sexual experience takes you deeper into a realm you haven't entered before. It opens your mind to new possibilities that you might not otherwise contemplate. It opens your heart and body to new passions and desires, the kind that surprise you. When you say to yourself, "this is so out of my character". What triggered that? How did I let myself get into that or to this point? How come I don't understand it? I believe we will not always understand all the things we experience in our lifetime. This is where the heart and the mind will battle. They will not always jive to the same jazz. So let it go and just know that what triggered it, was in fact a void. Subconsciously, we know what we do, although we may be able to interpret it right away or not at all. Instinctively, I believe we react as our lives indicate we should. You say, "yeah right!" Our minds are so powerful, so deep...I don't think we're smart enough for ourselves. In retrospect, the epiphany of some will come to fruition for our understanding. Are some of us stacked better than others? Sure...but that's not cheating. An advantage? Sure...but why dwell on that?
Create your own interesting stories...
Arrange the way you play out your life...
Is that a poker face you're giving me? ...
Get stacked! ...
If a man claims to be an audopederast, show respect. The means he's able to insert his own penis into his own anus. While it's not physically possible for most men, with a semi-erect penis, some achieve it.
What the hell?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Shadow of thoughts...
Is the thought from my shadow...
Just plain weird...
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
This gift, I give you
Born of the tree of life
Bestowed to a precious three
Loving more than life itself
More than, even my own
My love is as deep as the roots
Nourishment, already mine
For the lessons taught from seed to nurturer
The bravery of lions
The strength of gorillas
The passion of youth
The love of hearts
The wisdom of observation
Fearless reminders of undeniable urges
Desires to live life full
Contemplation from inexperience
Matters the mind has forgotten
My friends, my confidants
My rock of Gibraltar
Doubt of survival need not exist
Protected with guidance
And, the collective mind of three
Leading life with honesty, with truth
Inner beings of pure energy
Filled with compassion
Colorful fruit I have bared
Except, judge me not
Sweetness tells the true tale
The vitality of my being
Transcending onto the fruit
Forever impactful on the world
A force of affirmation
As deep bound connections reach out
Desire of a legacy
While roots travel afar
Once was my existence
But, no longer more
As life continues forward
Forgotten, shall I be
Except the souls linked forever
Luscious fruit still thriveAnd, the sweetness reminder of me…
Monday, August 22, 2011
In Japan, there was a trade in
used panties of schoolgirls,
housewives, nurses, and widows.
You could also buy bottles of schoolgirl saliva.
What the hell?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Your point?... Yeah, hand on the hips...BRING IT ON!!! There's a problem, when all I want to do is disconnect from men. Sometimes I really wonder if it's worth the misery. I don't care how much I like sex! I don't give a crap that I write erotica! I don't care how pretty you think I am! I don't care that I'm built like a Brikhaus! Those factors don't automatically make me scandalous. You want scandalous? I can give you that sh*t on a platter...shove it down your throat and watch you swallow. Hmm, watch me!!!
And... I certainly don't give a sh*t how much I like you or even love you! If you don't know how to act with me, I will cut you off. I have standards...you meet them or you don't. Do you not understand the concept of relationships and the differences between an acquaintance, a friendship and a partner? Don't tell me you can be friends and than insinuate sexual things. Don't tell me you care for me and than act like we're strangers. Don't say hi to me and than grab my ass. Get your f@cking act together as men. You see...we're told that women are emotional but the way I see it, is that your emotional on the inside. I'll ramble and put all my laundry out to dry and you'll ramble in your head with an inner monologue...WHO'S CRAZY? Keep holding that shit in...I'll watch on the sidelines while you'll blow up! Better yet, I won't wait around for the explosion. By the time you figure it out, I'm in a new location.
So let me get this straight? Does a man really become friends with a woman if he's not attracted to her? Is that even feasible? Or is the attraction there, but he doesn't fess up to it? What he wants is to be in control? Well LA-DE F%@KIN' DA!!! Can a man be around a woman and not want to get in her pants? Why is it when a man gets a woman, he decides after he doesn't want her? Why is it so hard to say what's on your mind? Or say what you mean? I know we don't think or talk the same. But that's why we like each other, right? There's got to be some sort of happy medium. Talk to me here...
I consider myself cute. A regular woman, yes...regular, just feisty! I get plenty of offers and I have options. So why do I hold back? I'll tell you why... 9 times out of 10, every interaction I have is about the guy wanting sex. He may skirt around the issue, more like he's wearing the skirt! Well big f@cking surprise. 8 times out of ten, I'm not interested dude...keep it moving! Meaning...The two options are, I'm so attracted to one guy I'd do him in a heartbeat if I listened to my sweet and gooey caramel. I don't care about your name...I just want to do ya! The other guy, well...I've made some sort of connection. I get him, he gets me. We talk, we jive, we mesh, we're in sync...yeah man you could be my Mr. Wonderful. Yet...you've got issues. Not that I'm perfect...soooo not perfect! But come onnnn!!! I'm trying to move forward, not regress back to high school when none of us knew jack sh*t about anything important...even if we thought we did and acted like smart asses.
We've all had experiences. We've all screwed up good relationships. Can we treat everyone the way we deserve to be treated? The way you want to be treated? Why is it so hard to be honest and upfront? As a woman, if you said to me..."I think you're sexy and I'd love to get with you", I might consider it if I'm feeling you and if I'm not I would say, "you're sweet but I don't dig you that way". Or in a relationship, "I really care for you but I'm afraid of getting hurt", I would respect your strength in telling me private personal feelings and would say "I understand, I feel the same way".
You get my point right? I needed to vent. That helps me analyze and clarify what I need to do. Yes, choices...around my friendships, around the men in my life. Who I adore, who I care for, who I love....who I can live without if push comes to shove. Because, if I'm miserable most of the time than somethings got to give. It means I'm not getting what I need. I could be fooling myself that things will work out because I care. That in time everything will fall into place as it should. What I have learned in my life from a once great marriage that became loveless, meaning we fell out of love...is that it should never be so much work to stay unified. Good relationships require work...but when the majority of your time is unhappy and your constantly working to be happy, then its time to re-evaluate the relationship. With me, there can be no holding back. Unless, you have something you need to share with me. I suggest you do so...
Your point? ...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
In Victorian times, boys were stopped
from masturbating by having their foreskin
drawn forward, holes drilled through it,
and lock and key laced through.
What the hell?
Friday, August 19, 2011
Deviant....my twisted side? Yeah, I'd say that. We all have that side to us. You can see it in my eyes. I'm being deviant to my own standards. Trying to break the chains that have held me down. I've always been a free spirit. Wild? Hmm, possibly. Wild doesn't mean bad though. I have a good heart and I'm a good soul. My Libra scales have been tipped unevenly for quite awhile and I'm trying to bring back that balance. But...I also like the idea of tipping it to the other extreme first, just to see. To see what? Who knows? That's the point. My mouth has already been there and done that, holding back is not my forte. However, I'm good at following the rules, conforming and being political correct. There's advantages to that, that many deviants don't get...or they do, but don't give a crap. Since the tables have turned on me, I realize the party isn't the chips and dip on the table. Duh!!! Well, I already knew that! I just needed someone to bring sexy back! A partner in crime...so connected, we finish each others sentences. Can be a bad ass deviant when necessary. Push each other over the edge a bit, but catch me if I'm going to fall to fast or hard. If wild is feeling alive, I'm in like Flynn.
The prism of us...
Being defiantly deviant...
-Liz ; )
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Someone who gives oral or hand-jobs to make porn stars
before they go on camera. These days it tends to be DIY.
A vagina or anus stretched or held open to create a hole.
A hole in the wall that someone inserts a penis into anonymously,
while someone on the other side sucks it.
The act of peeing on others or being peed on.
MONEY SHOT/POP SHOT
Ejaculating for the camera. The longer the semen spurts out
and the more of it there is, the better.
Ejaculating on to a women's neck and breasts so that the semen looks like a necklace.
A male or female who pretends to be a pony in a submissive
roleplay. Some wear a saddle.
A professional amateur-meaning some of the "stars" are
"real people" as opposed to porn stars.
The industry term for someone who buys porn films.
Dipping testes on to someone's face or into their mouth.
One sex act after another without even a pretense of plot.
Possibly the most honest porn flick of all.
Being aroused by peeing on someone or being peed on.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
This song is sexy...
People will do the craziest stuff to get laid.
Now... check out this link below for funny public sex.
Not exactly what I call sexy.
I was laughing the entire time.
I'm sorry, she wasn't enjoying herself...pleazzze!!!
A bisexual man.
"Ass to mouth" as in finger, penis, or sex toy inserted up someone's bottom
then popped right into mouth. Can cause potentially life-threatening diseases.
The act of choking someone until they almost die in
order to intensify orgasm. Can go fatally wrong.
Ejaculating on someone's back or bottom.
Cock and ball torture.
It can cause irreparable damage.
A woman with semen dripping from her anus or vagina.
Double anal: two penises in one bottom.
(yes, it's possible)
Double penetration: in the vagina and in the bottom.
Sex involving injury, death or humiliation.
Do yourself a favor, don't go there.
Porn with a plot.
Sucking fluids from the vagina or anus.
Poses the same health risks as ATM.
Being penetrated while sucking another man.
Inserting a whole hand into the vagina or anus.
Monday, August 15, 2011
There was a man who injected cocaine into his penis.
Ended up with gangrene and it fell off in the tub.
He also lost both his legs and nine fingers.
What the hell?
Back to your story...
So, tell me why? ...
You feel the way you do...
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Juxtapoz Art & Culture Magazine was created in 1994 by a group of artists and collectors including Robert Williams, Fausto Vitello, C.R. Stecyk III (aka: Craig Stecyk), Greg Escalante, and Eric Swenson to both help define and celebrate urban alternative and underground contemporary art. It was edited from 1996 to 2006 by Jamie O'Shea. Juxtapoz is published by High Speed Productions, the same company that publishes Thrasher Skateboard magazine.
Juxtapoz launched with the mission of connecting modern genres like psychedelic and hot rod art, graffiti, street art, and illustration, to the context of broader more historically recognized genres of art like Pop, assemblage, old master painting, and conceptual art. Although based in San Francisco, Juxtapoz was founded upon the belief in the virtues of Southern California Pop Culture and the freedom from the conventions of the "established" New York art world. Ferus Gallery, run by Walter Hopps and Irving Blum in the 1950s and 1960s was the ultimate cultural touchstone for the magazine.
As of 2009 it has the largest circulation of any art magazine in the United States.
As an erotica author, I have definitely experienced the stigma that comes with writing erotica. So many people confuse erotica with pornography. They are two completely different arenas. The same applies for erotic art. Sexuality is depicted as metaphors for other themes or concepts. The images are enthralling, captivating, fascinating, charismatic, disturbing and alluring. I found myself staring at images endlessly trying to interpret the artist's meaning behind the images. But...as an artist and writer, my main concern is not others approval...my concern is that it stirs some sort of reaction, regardless of what kind because it doesn't matter. And art, is all about interpretation...emotions...reactions. We're all going to see something different anyway, that's inevitable and it's also okay. If you love art, you'll love this book. If you love sexuality, you'll really love this book. This obviously is a book to add to your collection or possibly start one.
I recommend this book.
Music for my soul...
Makes me whole...
Filling my soul...
Let's rock and roll...
-Liz = )
Saturday, August 13, 2011
So let me get this straight?
You're really a sleazy snake in the grass?
Carnivorous womanizing cold blooded b*tch ass ball-less...
excuse for a m*therf*cker man?
Your bite is way too big for your head...both heads!
You need to get a grip on yourself and cut off the circulation so you can think straight.
A true alpha is not determined by your brawn, which is why a huge percentage of you cannot handle a solid strong self sufficient woman. A man who can acknowledge and express his feelings, be in tune with his spirituality and think with his heart is a truly strong man in every sense of the word. I have no patience to tolerate a narrow view... scaled by indifference, ignorance, lack of self control and excuses that you can't help being what you are. That's a load of fossilized venom that's going to kill off and subdue the worthless subspecies of manhood that somehow still exists our there, on every continent of this earth. You can huff, puff and hiss all you want. This feisty fox is going to put a constricting twist to your lame excuse of survival tactics. Dig yourself back into that hole in the sand.
Your true stripes cannot be camouflaged...
I am not your prey...
I am your predator...
You must have been blinded by my true stripes...
Friday, August 12, 2011
Sketches of me...
Quickly captured images...Tidbits of my life...Brief stolen moments in action...
Never to be repeated or duplicated. Every time you get to know me better, things look more and more interesting. It tells me more... so much more about you, than it does me. You tell a story, that I didn't know existed. You share an image, that I didn't see for myself. You express a viewpoint, that didn't occur to me. Seeing me in moments at my best, at my worst, at my silliest and even at my saddest. Will your mind conjure the final piece to be gloriously beautiful or deeply scary? Will my imperfections make me more desirable in your eyes? Or turn you away? Will you finally understand the compilation that is my image, my concept, my principal? Will you understand me? Make no mistake, you are my creator...my maker. The true artist lives in you. You define what I am to you and to others. When you caress the lines of my soul through defined pressure and my heart with the strength of your hands...I am stroked to reflect what I am meant to be.
Can you live with that?
Will you speak to the meaning of your creation?Sketches of me?
Sketched from you...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
...Fire & Ice
You want me, and you don't
I logically contemplate
The black and white that is we
Fire and Ice
We are two extreme points
On the spectrum of love
Exhausting, incorrect assumptions
Which deliberately deceive
The logic, our minds reference
In a false dilemma
Forcing us to choose
Through a clouded infiltration of cool heat
Distinctly forming the phenomenon
Of, our perfect shades of grey
You drew me in from the darkness
With your light, as sparks caught my eye
Like a display of fireworks
It was transparent
That my abundant Terra
Was in a cool state of affairs
Heart displaying an aura of frozen love
Attempting to deflect your brilliant flickering
Flames of dewy discourse
That warmed the airy inclusions of indifference
In my soiled opaque view of sensual love
Expanded by the dramatic formation of icy distrust
My element, now a frigid crystalline goddess
Bonded by a critically weak and dense less formation
Your soul exuded a complex intensity
Sparks grew to vibrant flames
Heating me to my very core
Shifting the abundance of my solid state
The deposition, of my heart
As, confused vapor's precipitated my sad eyes
Through the continuous fluidity of emotions
Chemically altered by electrical charges
From our bonded energy
The true measure of our strength
Uniquely defined mole
Gaining and losing feelings
The expression of our love determined by
How much heated heartache could break us
We fueled our relationship with love
Exchanging the heat of our passion
Thriving our erotic combustion explosively
To vigorous heights
Impacting and shattering the Ice cap of my soul
Wedging the scales equilibrium by
Expressing the dynamic parameters of us
Hovered by a doubtful cloud of hanging icicles
Flexibly moving pure translational devotion
Forever shifting, yet un-altering
The fundamental constant nature of
Our own personal properties
Visibly radiating light on a deeper wavelength
Exhibiting the duality and the unity, of us
Revealing the colorless spectrum of real love
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Profilin'...Check me out....Analyze me...Make assessments....
I'm not that easy to figure out! In the sphere of Me...my mind...my heart...my soul. The point of profilin' is to determine predictability, behaviors, mindset. Pleazzzze!!! Really, do we think that all females think alike, men think alike, Hispanics think alike, Blacks think alike, Caucasians think alike, age group thinks alike? Delusional....Too many factors make us differ. Way too many! I may volunteer information, details that may help you understand me a bit better. But, that byte of information will never be enough to provide a complete full comprehensible dossier of this Chica...comprende? I don't have life figured out, or myself or even love. I like change. Change is growth. Growth is uncomfortable. Growth is exciting too. It opens windows and doors to tremendous opportunities. Yes, let's keep the sphere spinning with all points balanced. I may need you to be my axial, to support our convergence together so it has purpose, meaning, functionality and beauty in the "we". Just know and remember that even minor evolutionary changes take place daily.
So, don't waste your time checking me out, unless it's just for pleasure.
You make think we're unrelated...
Or, that I represent a theory or phenomena in your mind...
But, infinitely a highly perceptive profile...
Would lead you to an answer, with a finite limit...
Meaning, there's no overlap...
Your standing on the same ground...
Ahhh, our minds just met...
-Liz ; )
Monday, August 8, 2011
Getting leid...can be a definitive moment between two people, I'm not trying to be crass either. You see, it's an opportunity to express love or extreme like, respect, admiration and a desire to please. Even for those of you who do it quite casually. When you choose someone out of a crowd of people, you're expressing a desire to be with them. Drawn either because of mutual intelligence, mental connection, physical attraction and of course personality. Maybe it's all of the above, which means they've touched you on a deeper level. Than really, it's more than that...something some of you won't want to hear or acknowledge, something some of you will be excited and enticed with. Think of it as a form of welcoming that special person to the fresh and bold flower that is your connection...your intimacy...his or her beauty. It can also mean a sweet yet sad farewell to something that was and can no longer be.
Just remember, it is appropriate and expected...
A kiss must happen...
Before and after getting leid...
-Liz ; )
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Submersed...in the fluidity of my life. Which is determined by the viscosity of my being. Meaning...We are the true measure of resistance in our own lives. The more friction and resistance we create, for whatever reasons... makes us viscous. Certainly, we all want to be happy and exist in a drama free life. Strive for that...we deserve it! We know, there is no perfect world. But, understand that we cannot control external forces of friction and stress. We can only control our reactions, so that our fluidity is least impacted. An advantage that some of us have over others is...cognitive fluidity. Being consciously attentive and self-reflective. The more in tune you are to yourself, the better you can process life and your purpose in it. And... lets not leave out sexual fluidity. Some of us will live with an orientation that is innate and fixed through our lives. Others, will have a fluidity that allows them to change and adapt in their lives based on their needs, preference and desire. I seek a continuum of learning, exploring and growth as a person. To depths, I have yet to be aware of.
In this Life...