i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

-EE Cummings

My favorite poet. Ever.

These should be mine.

I just feel like this stranger would appeal so much more to me with clothes on. Ya know? Tattoos are hot but for Christ’s sake, put a pair of jeans on!

Half naked chick > half naked dude.

Really.

“I wrote this for you.

The laboratory in my heart.

You are my science.

You make me believe in the atoms in your skin.

Now I believe in the chemistry in our kiss.

And now I believe in the molecules that make up love.

You are my science. I am a scientist.”

-Unknown

I enjoy the blend of love and knowledge. I’m happy to have stumbled over this.

I recently finished reading a book that inspired me to pick up writing again.

I used to write all the time, ever since I was little. Notebooks upon notebooks filled my childhood, from dreams that I would remember, poetry, doodles…anything painted in my thoughts filtered through to paper. All of this came after a diary I had kept, and kept hidden (or so I thought), was found and read. Not only did I feel disrespected but mentally alone and confused. Like my best friend had somehow betrayed me, the one person I told all of my secrets. Needless to say, I burned the diary and found a new way to process my emotion in written form. Poetry…I could write in the most abstract, encoded way so that no one but myself would know what I was actually pissed off, happy, or whatever about. Aha, talk about a “put that in your pipe and smoke it!” moment for a 14 year old! ;)

Now, I could give sweet fuck all. I’m voluntarily pouring my thoughts for unknown millions to creep and crawl into. I’ll let you in on some truths.

I guess I’ve always had a thing for words, whether it was from me, read by me, or spoken to me. My mother says even as a very young child, I would walk over to the shelf where she kept our Doctor Seuss, coloring books, and etc. and grab any encyclopedia or the dictionary, sit down at the kitchen table, and read my life away. Instead of playing with dolls or riding my bike, I was reading…THAT?? Ha. (Don’t get me wrong, I had EVERY single Barbie I could get my hands on and I played a mean game of hot wheels with my little brother.) ;)

In any case, if I interest you enough to follow on here, I invite you with open arms. Come in, sit down…I’ll get you something to drink, perhaps my drink of choice (a white russian) or a latte, for you fancier folk. You may hate or love the way I think, you may wonder why the hell anyone would waste their time on what I have to say…but to those people, it’s a great thing I’m not doing this for you, eh? ;)

“I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.”
…but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to make some kind of mark.

I hope you’re ready. I’m far more complicated ideologically than what I give off…

x. Ace