Angels among us

Fallen angel

Fall have always been pivotal for her growth. When the leaves start transforming, she starts reflecting, thinking about what adventures she would want to embark on next and what passion project she would want to pursue. She stopped looking for a job since she turned 34, the same year she walked out from a sexless marriage made out of lies. She stopped looking and started listening instead. She stopped looking for something to do just for money and she stopped looking for love. She would trust the universe more, let her passion lead her and listen as the cosmic conspires. As she would listen, more, she became more aware of herself, her strengths and abilities; her weaknesses and flaws and at the bottom of them all, what would truly make her happy. Then, she would send it out there, the vision of her that she sees, the version of her that she aspires to be.

Whatever can be, will be.

By the time the last leaf would fall to the ground, she would have answers. In the meantime, she has love to keep her warm. A serendipity, at the height of fall.


Lust and glory

Q in Borobudur

Q in Borobudur

You may admire me, fantasize about me and lust for me.

But in all decency, I do need your courtesy,

In the spirit of maintaining our glory;

To not ever telling me.

How To Be The Kind Of Guy Women Love Having Sex With

Make her feel safe in the knowledge that you love what she’s doing and find her sexy no matter what. When she feels that way, she’ll be willing to push her boundaries and try new things.

Thought Catalog


Begin from the understanding that men may be microwaves but women are crockpots. We may heat up just as often as men, but we do it slowly. We don’t naturally go from completely cold to burning hot in a matter of minutes. We love nuance and feel bored by the plainness of vulgarity — that should come when the mood is set. Think of it like your focus should be on leading the horse to water instead of asking it a million times if it’s thirsty (or worse, dunking it into water it’s ill-prepared for).

When I was younger a friend confided in me that since he hadn’t had sex yet, when his brother got married he told him everything about how it worked. His brother had said that if he wanted to have sex with his wife he needed to know he wanted this at the very beginning…

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Why You Shouldn’t Look Up Jennifer Lawrence’s Leaked Photos


I’m sorry, Jen; I didn’t mean to see it. Invasion of privacy is like rape through a veil. Someone very close got a hold of the entire collection of leaked pictures, saved JLaw’s and shared them with me. I could not deny but could not condone. I condoned, because he’s not just another guy. I didn’t know why I was upset and started a fight on our WhatsApp window. I know now. #TeamJMS 



James Michael Sama

So, someone hacked into the phones of a few celebrities including Jennifer Lawrence, Kim Kardashian, Vanessa Hudgens, and many others. Once in, they pulled some nude photos of the women and published them online.


Men everywhere, rejoice! Right?


What just happened here is the on the spectrum of most intimate in violations of human privacy. Photos taken on a personal device for personal reasons (whatever they may be), leaked to the world. Many people are giving the argument that there is no privacy when you are a celebrity or that “they shouldn’t have taken those photos anyway,” but they are missing one very important point in this whole conversation.

These people are human beings. I know, it’s a radical thought.

Jennifer Lawrence was born on August 15th, 1990. For the mathematicians out there, that makes her 24. 24 years old. She is younger than me by half a decade…

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Does size matter?


The never-ending debate

One we all can relate

Does size matter, we argue over and over

Let me attempt to make it clear…

What I am about to say is true,

Yes it does matter, let me assure you,

To a lion about his mane,

Or a midget who needs a cane.

What is important, above all

Is whether it is hard as candy or soft as a cotton ball,

The length and the width are a matter of proportion,

When there’s love it will still rock the ocean.

The other consideration is all about frequency,

A wham-bam, thank you, ma’am or a replay of intimacy.

The box tightens and expands no doubt,

But if the equipment is too large, it will tear it apart.

There is a fine line between pain and pleasure,

For every dick there is a beholder.

It is never about the size, let me emphasize

Give the pencils and the stumps a break, time to recognize.




Revelation II

John Keats, the writer, poet

What are we? People kept asking me:

What are you to me?

And what am I to you?

Only this I know is true…

You are an enigma,

One I can’t let go,

You’re a shade of grey, a stigmata

Of all that I am, that only the devil knows.

We are together,

On my mind, always; the little things that matter,

Tried to switch you off but it’s not working,

Your name on my lips, dancing; rhymes with everything.

I don’t want to call it anything,

Even though it is nothing short of amazing,

Living in the now, loving what we have, when we have it;

Why would we have to label it to make what we feel legit?

Nothing about us is conventional, why should what we are be?

Not a typical boyfriend, a husband or a fuck buddy.

But when we are together, you feed me

After all, it is not in the destination, but in the journey.

But if I had to call it something…

It is an epic in the making.

You are an obsession, a passionate revelation.

Whenever I’m lost, you are my direction.

I want you to know how you make me want to

Paint rainbows all above you,

Masks you from the haze,

Be the dancing light in your dark maze.

Because you make me feel like a million bucks,

Even though at times reality sucks;

You’re a sweet distraction, a true validation

That love exists without expectation.


What is he to me? Let me elucidate thee,

I am him and he is me.

When I look in the mirror it is him I see,

A revelation in my reflections of what we could be.

A vision of you and me.

~Allegra C.