Pays to look up sometimes. #cupcakesareawesome (at golden gate brewery east bay)

Pays to look up sometimes. #cupcakesareawesome (at golden gate brewery east bay)

almostemosorta turned 1 today!

Woo.
Been mia for a minute… Didn’t abandon this blog BTW.
Stay tuned.

Oh how I’ve missed you, pbj (at The Grove)

Oh how I’ve missed you, pbj (at The Grove)

This guy resides in the EA cafeteria, reminding me not to eat carbs..yet (at EA Cafe)

This guy resides in the EA cafeteria, reminding me not to eat carbs..yet (at EA Cafe)

He called it!

He called it!

(Source: arcaneimages)

Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.

Early morning epiphany
Still wiping the sleep from my eyes
Tasting the rankness in my breath
Seeing the peek of a sunrise
Things are starting to click…

Like waking up from an over-welcomed slumber
I’m starting to remember who, what, and where I am
This shit is sick…

Swagger is returning.

Awkward, lethargic, and only in pieces
Still figuring it out bit by bit
I’m not some terrible person preying on the attention of others
Not worth the time and effort spent,

No.

I am a decent human being.

Armed with a mean high five, an open-minded demeanor and a genuine care of my fellow person

I’m ready, bring it.

Nice commute day

Nice commute day

Obligatory cat pic

Obligatory cat pic

Thank you for being there…pushing as well as humbling me, day in and day out. #meathead   (at EA Gym)

Thank you for being there…pushing as well as humbling me, day in and day out. #meathead (at EA Gym)