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I want a life in addition to the one that I’ve been given… one that I’ve fought for… one that feels lived in…

I want my heart to beat a rhythm that is music… to the ears of my loved ones… a tune that is sooo sick…

I want my mind to be moved to think thoughts that break barriers… because wisdom’s the weapon of true born warriors.

I want my spirit to fly places I never thought I could go… it’s the promise of tomorrows… tomorrow that give me hope.

I need the life that I live to have direction, to have a purpose… so when I take my last breath I’ll know it was worth it.

I need a love that will love me without pause, without measure… a wife by my side to honor and treasure.

I need my mind to be enthralled, to be cultivated… by a woman that can educate me, adore me, and keep me motivated.

I need my soul to tell a tale far and wide one heard by everyone… because it is your face I will see when I give birth to our son.

I want a life where it doesn’t matter that I love women… in a world that’s forgiving… in a world where it’s no sin.

I want my heart to play a tune… to sing a solo… because you are my music… and I am your radio.

I want my mind to dream… dreams that come to fruition… it’s the strength of our thoughts that are the best ammunition.

I want my spirit to speak directly to yours… you’re the reason I was made, you’re the one I’m handcrafted for.

I need to live like no one else has lived… for the ones who came before us… they changed the world and paved the way… therefore I must.

I need a love that will give… just as I give… forever and without ending… we are committed, stable, and solid that’s the message we are sending.

I need a mind that is open, a mind that is strong… without it I can’t fight the bigotry, can’t point out it’s wrong.

I need my soul to ‘man up’ to gather you round and pass on this memo… whether you’re Transgender, Lesbian, Gay, Bi or just plain Homo…

We matter.

– Nova

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me, thought you’d found someone better. There was a time when you were important to me. Days when you were my first thought at waking and my last before sleep. Nights when you made my body feel some very random… very exquisite things.

I cooked for you… hugged you close… listened to you… made you feel some very random… very exquisite things.

There are days, weeks, months… when you don’t take a trip through my thoughts at all. You see… you stopped being important to me the day you decided you wanted someone else. You thought you could put me on a shelf and I would wait there for you. I’ll invest in a stock pile of Battery Operated Lovers and some reliable Plug in Friends before I will let someone else that I do not matter to… visit my secret center.

I cooked when you were hungry… because my Lover deserves to be fed. I hugged you close when you needed the contact… because my Friend deserves the attention. I listened to you vent when you needed the outlet… and made your body feel my version of some very random… and very exquisite things because my partner… deserves the respect. She deserves the devotion.

You decided you weren’t any of those things. Didn’t you get the memo?

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me. You thought you’d found someone better. You ask if I miss you. We had entertaining conversations, nothing enlightening. Your sex was great but you never touched me mentally. My heart called out to yours with no answer forthcoming. I spent our time making sure YOU felt protected, making sure YOU felt safe… it didn’t occur to you I needed the same. I enjoy sharing with a woman, and that’s not what we did. When we were together I found myself doing the things you enjoyed to do, going to the places you wanted to be, talking about the things that you found interesting. My choice, but not one I have any intention of repeating. You wanted to wear the pants all the time but in truth you were never fit to wear my panties.

So please explain to me… what exactly is there to miss?

The one I need has strength at her core, not just her body… but in her mind… in her spirit… in her heart. These days I cum from a carefully crafted sentence… my heart beats faster from a witty conversation and my body sings a tune to which I’m completely unfamiliar… but find I’m totally infatuated with.

You keep calling… keep texting… expecting me to change my mind. You say you miss me. You thought you’d found someone better.

So call her…. text her… I’m sure she’s waiting.

Me?

I’ve outgrown you.

– Nova

I’ve recently encountered some nonsense very specific to some younger ladies who are unaware of how the world works, their self worth and think they are entitled to say and do as they please. I had to take a minute to compose myself and get my mind right for what I wanted to say, had to remember my mama raised a lady and there is little to nothing in this world worth losing my religion over or stepping outside of my character.

So it is with this in mind that I speak to you the way my gran would speak to you, for she was a loving spirit, wise beyond measure and the originator of ‘keepin it real’.

Little girl… I need you to take a moment for yourself to sit down and listen. All this ‘queen bee’ and ‘I’m a boss’ stuff means nothing when you have accomplished nothing. See me? I don’t sleep in my mama’s house. I don’t eat my father’s food. The money in my pocket I earned… LEGALLY at that little thing called a J.O.B. Bank account? Credit cards? Yes, I have those too… right along with my rent payment and the BILLS that I pay because they’re required to maintain MY household. I’m grown.

Little girl… contrary to your beliefs the world does not revolve around you. Though you may think this to be true… your problems are not more important than anyone else’s. Everyone has drama and baggage. We all have hurts that are hidden and some that are not so hidden, battle scars, trauma, damn girl it’s called LIFE. Every piece of hurt is intended to shape who you are. The key is to learn from our experiences… not to let them consume you.

Little girl… I was raised in an old school West Indian family. We were taught to have that elusive something called MANNERS. Say ‘excuse me’ when you’ve done something, ‘please’ when you want something, and ‘thank you’ when someone has done something for YOU. When you walk down the street you are not just representing yourself. You represent your entire family, your friends and your mate. Honor thy mother and father… I’m sure you’ve heard it… has it ever occurred to you that the attitude and disgraceful way you carry yourself makes people question where and how you were raised? Stop stomping through life like a bull in a china shop, because when you act like a barn animal rest assured the world will treat you like one.

Little girl… get over yourself. If someone expresses concern for your well being… be grateful. If someone gives you praise… be humble. When a person asks you ‘how are you’ give them an answer… and for God’s sake if someone tells you ‘I want to help’ or ‘I’m worried’ say a prayer of thanks because there are too many people in this life with no one to look out for them and too many others with no one to care. Walk in their shoes for a day and figure out that even though you may be wrapped up in your moment… someone took time out of THEIR day to think about YOU. That is not a right… it’s a f*cking privilege… treat it as such.

Little girl…. stop believing the lies bitter women, little boys and old fools tell you. Laying on your back is not a life skill. Please understand that. Save your life, cook a meal sometime. Nourish your soul and feed someone else once in a while. You are not a woman because you bleed once a month, and pushing out babies doesn’t do it either. You are woman when you learn to put the needs of others before your own, when you can sacrifice a little bit of something for yourself now in order to have alot of something for the people you care about later, and when you finally grasp the concept that tomorrow is not promised to you. Your beauty is not encompassed by a ‘tight weave’, or ‘flawless makeup’ or even a ‘bangin body’. Your beauty is encompassed by your actions, how you treat others, the love in your heart and the strength of your spirit. A woman is not measured by what lies between her thighs… but what rests between her ears.

Little girl… I’m going to say this just one time. Stay out of grown folks business… mind your own… and have some respect for yourself… because until you do… no one else will.

– Nova

I was sitting in a cafe on my lunch break listening to three men discuss a lesbian couple sitting at another table. They were going on and on about how ‘sexy’ the Femm was and how they could ‘give it to her real good’ and how ‘she doesn’t know what she’s missing’ and ‘she just aint had the right d*ck’ … blah blah blah. The interesting thing was their reaction to the AG, and I’m quoting here, “What the hell is that suppossed to be?” (this amidst alot of crotch grabbing and chuckles), “She can dress like a man but she aint never gonna have no d*ck”. They weren’t whispering so pretty much anyone in proximity could here them.

So I sat there nibbling on my lunch and paying quiet attention to the couple and the three idiot azzholes watching them while snickering like the simple children they were. I watched the AG pay the bill, get up… pull out her ladies chair and hand her… her purse. (They way she moved and the bit of the nostril flare let me know she was heated) I watched this play out, the Femm (obviously heated as well) took her purse, pushed in her chair and turned to face her partner. She stood up on her tippie toes and kissed her right in the middle of the cafe. (And this was a toe curler) Oddly enough this shut the men right up. When she broke this kiss she wrapped her arms around her AG’s neck pressed her forehead against hers and announced to the cafe at large. “I love you babe, you give me all the d*ck I need, let’s go home an f*ck”. Of course jaws dropped, the waitress laughed and the 3 idiot azzholes looked dazed and confused. LMFAO…

Now considering both the Femm and AG were beautiful people, this got me to thinking about the difference in the idiot azzholes perception of them.

I’m guessing we can all agree that straight men like the ‘idea’ of Femm lesbians, and fantasize about them while having some major issues with Studs/Doms/AGs.

A Femm is considered a challenge…
1. She has p*ssy.
2. She likes p*ssy.
3. Just the idea of 2 p*ssies in the same room is usually too much for most men to handle.
4. Oh and don’t forget they think they can get the p*ssy.

STUDs/DOMs/AGs are a threat.
1. Men like p*ssy.
2. Men want p*ssy.
3. WOMEN have the p*ssy.
4. STUDs/DOMs/AGs have inside knowledge of p*ssy.
5. STUDs/DOMs/AGs know what to do with p*ssy.
6. STUDs/DOMs/AGs have the nerve to not only HAVE p*ssy but to also GET p*ssy.

Obviously this drives them crazy.

There are sooooo many blogs and posts and comments about being single and not finding ‘the right one’ and being ‘tired of this single ish’. I’m seeing Studs lament over the lack of Femms and Femms b*tch about the lack of Studs. WTH?

Here is what I have learned everyone has a ‘list’ in the back of their head describing the qualities they would like in a potential partner. The key words here ladies are ‘WOULD LIKE’ and ‘POTENTIAL’. Obviously no one is perfect. Soooo… what is the problem? Compromise is a wonderful thing! It is our flaws that help make us beautiful and sometimes… the things we are NOT looking for are the things we actually NEED!

If the Studs are walking around looking for a Femm they want and the Femms are walking around looking for a Stud they want, if so many of us are serious and looking… then why are so many of us single?

I spent the night curled up against your back. This morning I wake and pull you toward me, holding your body tight in slumber. Enjoying the way the skin of your back feels pressed against my breasts. I brush soft kisses across the back of your neck, lick my way around your ear lobe… and my hands lightly explore your body. Damn… how I love this… just touching you. I cup the soft weight of your breast as you lean back into my embrace and roll a nipple gently between my thumb and index finger.

I stretch my body against the warmth of your naked skin and my body hums. I slide my hand down to your navel and with my nail draw lazy circles around it… drawing a sharp intake of your breath. My thigh slips slowly between yours, mmm, you feel so… good. My hand glides gently between your legs slightly teasing and you grind against me in a full bodied shudder, like the
big cat you are.

I place my fingers over you and envelope them in your moist heat, rubbing my thumb across your pearl and slip a finger deep inside of you. Your breathing is labored now… as I slide it all the way out and then quickly back in… touching you in the way I’ve dreamed… moaning into your ear as your body tenses against me in a sharp, sweet and unexpected climax. I kiss you gently on the back of your neck as I breath in your scent… closing my eyes. I smile as my heart beats in time with yours, lick your shoulder and whisper, “Good morning Baby”. 😉

You know….
I am soooo tired of some of you chicks assuming because you are dealing with women you are exempt from getting slapped in the face.

Newsflash for some of you… if you jump in the wrong woman’s face… or God forbid put your hands on her then YES you have given her a free pass to knock your azz out!

I’m a peace loving sort, (make love not war)… by no means an AG/Dom/Stud (blah blah blah whatever the f*ck they’re calling themselves these days) but I have news for you…

If you think you are going to get all up in MY face or have a temporary lapse in sanity & put your hands on me…
I won’t just slap you…
I won’t just punch you…
I WILL BEAT YOUR AZZ…
Choke you out…
And attempt to throw you into oncoming traffic.

Now I like my life and have no intention of catching any cases so take head to this:
I may like you…
We may get naked…
I may love you like I love my next breath…
BUT there are limits…
I’m a LADY first… please don’t test me…

We are both women
And NO ONE IS ABOVE AN AZZ WUPPIN!

(Taking a deep breath… I’m done) :-p

I’ve watched you in your slumber, patient… wanting you. I sneak under the sheets and place soft kisses across your stomach… lick my way around your navel. I lightly nibble on your knees, as I part your thighs. Damn… how I’ve missed you.

I rub my lips against your moist heat in a tender kiss… slide my tongue over the sweetness of your flesh and indulge in the taste of you. Mmm… I’ve ached for this, the way you make me feel.
I take your clit into my mouth, sucking on it… gently at first then quickly flick my tongue over it… sliding it from side to side, up… and then down. Enjoying it like the hidden candy it is. Damn you taste sooo… good. I’m on fire where our bodies touch, helpless to stop the moan that escapes me as your hips start to move against me, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

I slip a finger deep inside of you and quickly slide it in… and then back out, as your body starts to shudder in one long and hard climax and I drink it in… the essence of you.

I savor one last taste of you… absorbing your pleasure, then I lay my head against your stomach. Calming myself, catching my breath… letting my heartbeat slow down.

I take in a deep breath and slowly exhale on a smile as I kiss your side and whisper, “Good morning Tiger”. 🙂

– Nova

So you kissed me, and took me completely by surprise. After a long time of loving someone there are the briefest moments when you forget how they make you feel, exactly just how they can take your breath away. We are in a stressful period, with work, family… life. Then you kissed me… hot and sweet, completely out of nowhere and suddenly there it was, the way you make my heart beat fast, the sweet taste of your lips and the familiar ache between my thighs, and I’m wet with wanting you.

The feel of your lips against mine, your tongue against mine, your breasts against mine, your thighs against mine… damn you are driving me crazy. Suddenly I have to sit. I’m short of breath, flushed and half crazed with the sudden wanting of you, and while I sit breathing heavily… you slowly kneel between my thighs, nonchalant. “I miss you” you whisper to me as your hands grip my waist… I miss you?
Oh my God!
When did THOSE three little words become an aphrodisiac?

“I miss you too” I whisper back my throat tight and Lord help me… I mean it. We stare into each other’s eyes for a minute, both very serious. My body leans closer to yours and my hand slides up your face to cup your cheek, and you press a kiss into the palm of my hand. I look at you, this love I have managed to let routine distract me from. I breathe in the heady scent of you, rich, exotic, and with my legs I draw your body flush with mine as I wrap them around you.

I watch your eyes darken and the pulse in your neck beat a quick and steady rhythm as I lean into you, my lips searching for yours… and you pull away from me. “I need you” you sigh as you slide your hands up my thighs, under my skirt and over my heat, and when my lips part to give you affirmation that I need you more than words can say, you lean in quickly and stop the words on my lips, swallowing them in a hungry kiss that leaves me moist… and weak.

When my hands reach out to touch you, you grab my wrists and shake your head, and when I start to protest you silence me again placing a soft kiss to my neck, your body leaning me back against the sofa. “Slide down for me” you command as your hands tug off my panties, and of course I do, my body burning in response to the demand in your voice. Again I reach for you and again you grab my wrists as you press your body down on mine, kissing me… rubbing your thigh against that heated part of my body that whispers your name. You pull away from me as I lay there panting, aching for you, and then I feel your lips… pressing warm kisses over my thighs and I open for you.

At the first feel of your tongue over my clit my toes curl and I moan your name. I’m lost. Overwhelmed by the way you make me feel, and unable to touch you. My eyes snap shut and my body arches. Steadily your lips slide over me, working your tongue over that small bead of flesh, as wave after wave of pleasure pulse inside of me. “Please” I moan as my hands dive into your hair, pressing you on as my hips snap back and forth in the rhythm you set with that glorious mouth of yours. When your lips wrap around my tiny bud and suck on it… my body shatters into a million pieces, my thighs trembling and your name on my lips and in that moment… the day I promised myself to you forever and always flashes across my vision. You kiss the inside of my thigh as my breathing slows, then rest your head against my stomach and I realize that you are also catching your breath…

And when our eyes meet I state the simple obvious, “I’m yours.” And you smile back at me because in your heart you know… “That’s a fact.”

– Nova