either way – you’ll run into your own courage, and she’ll be your new reliable companion should your knees ever wobble again.

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It was a hot day and the festivities attracted members of the surrounding community and even – dare I say it – boys. It was quite a scene. There was a circus performer (whom I was very weary of) who entertained the crowd during the day. He juggled flaming torches and made funny faces but mostly, he scared the living daylights out of drunk college students. Nobody was sure whether he was just some crazy old man who stumbled onto the festival or if he had been legitimately hired by the college (and, if that was the case, two words: BUDGET CUTS).

At one point, he was juggling his flaming batons and dropped one of them ONTO THE GROUND WHERE THERE IS FLAMMABLE, DRY GRASS. Luckily, this didn’t end in our entire college being burned to the ground as he swiftly picked up the baton and continued on his merry way like the consummate professional my college obviously thought he was.

There was also a lot of drinking games but they mostly made me feel bad about myself. Beer pong reminds me that I will never be an NBA star. (I’m sorry I’ve failed you, Dad.)

At the end a long day of running around and being an extremely mature young woman, I settled down at my apartment and wished upon a star that tomorrow would bring more members into the cult, so that it will forever brainwash the young. Carry the tradition, ladies! And may the flaming batons be with you always!

- Daughter

Okay, so that happened and I’m like, hold on a minute. I saw her yesterday, why didn’t she tell me her gf was coming. Then I’m like actually…why didn’t she tell me her gf was coming when we had that serious long ass conversation that previous tuesday. To give you a time frame for reference this was on 4/23 exactly a week after we had had that long ass conversation. So at this point I’m a little stressed. Because this girl has given me so many mixed signals, and it’s already weird because I’ve never dealt with a girl before. So that evening I LITERALLY drank my sorrows away. SH and Just downed a bottle of Remy…lol. Then we proceeded to go to our friends house and discuss the issue some more. I ended up texting 413 and asking her if we could talk. Once I got back to campus she drove to my apt, even though she had an EXAM the next day. Let’s pause a minute. Is it just me or isn’t that making a big fucking effort? I know if I had an exam I would not be driving across campus for a conversation that was going to most likely stress me out.

When she got to my apt we went into my room to talk. This is exactly one week after our last serious conversation. I was drunk which I probably shouldn’t have been but I began the conversation by asking her if she had anything to tell me. She looked confused. She was pretty much like “No, you’re the one who wants to have a conversation with me” and honestly I can’t really tell you the details because frankly I don’t remember but we ended up having a three hour long conversation. And don’t think I am exaggerating, this fucking conversation LITERALLY LASTED THREE HOURS.  We went back and forth back and forth. She told me she wasn’t treating me any differently than her other friends (okay because you cuddle up to your friends in bed…ok bro) but then she said that she likes talking to me. I asked her why she went out of her way to stay at my party or go to my friends apartment even though she didn’t want to, and she was like “ISN’T IT OBVIOUS” ummmm NO IT’S NOT OBVIOUS. But then she reiterated how she didn’t want another gf. Ummmm WHO SAID I WANTED TO DATE YOU. So about two hours in I’m seriously contemplating the ridiculousness of the situation. Because frankly I will admit, I am selfish and she was telling me that she wanted to have fun and if that was with other people as well then she didn’t feel like she had to answer to me. But simultaneously she spent the last week trying to hang out with me only…AND she mentioned how it bothered her that I was dancing with one of my guy friends. WHAT!?

Guy’s this situation only get’s more complicated…

Okay, so I’m like maybe we should stop talking. And then she looks upset and says that’s not what she wants and she wants to keep talking to me. I will be honest, I didn’t want to stop talking to her either and the fact that I was drunk as fuck didn’t help either. So I told her I’d let her know in the morning but she said that she wasn’t leaving until I told her what my decision was. Then she assumed that I was cutting ties and she was like “Well that’s not what I wanted, and I’ll probably still try to talk to you but it’s ok” and I was like “I’ll let you know in the morning.” Right after she left she texted me…saying something random like how she needed cereal after that conversation because cereal to her was like my alcohol. I was just like…wtf is this shit. But I am weak, and I will be the first to admit it. I texted her the next day and told her simply that we would just continue to go with the flow, so there we were back at square one. But that being said, I was acting a little off with her because my defenses were UP. And she noticed.

Later that day (4/24) she asked me to go get ice cream with her. Ummmmm!? I told her I didn’t want ice cream but that I’d go with her for the ride. She literally waited until I was ready doing what I needed to do and until I TOLD HER I was ready before we left. She drove to my apt and picked me up. When we got back to school we were in the parking lot and she was like “You’re acting weird, I want things to be how they were.” YES I’M ACTING WEIRD, because I’m ten times more confused than I thought possible and she just asked me get ice cream with her…so clearly you don’t just want a fuck buddy!? At one point I got out of the car and was like “I’m going to play pool with my friend, so do you man, you can get with whoever you want but count me out bro.” As I closed the car door she opened it and shouted after me to come back. And she told me to invite her to play pool. I was like…what. I told her she could play pool if she wanted, so we made our way to the lounge. After that night I was like things can only get worse. I was right.

Now, I understand I am not exempt from blame in this situation. Who am I to become involved with someone with a gf. I guess part of me is still crushing on her, and the other part selfishly wants her to fall for me. So that I don’t end up the one fucked in this situation.

That friday night she stayed over again. We hung out and just chilled. When we went to bed, she tried to kiss me but I kind of brushed it off. The next morning she was like “Ummm so…never-mind” and I was like WHAT are you trying to ask me. Because clearly she was trying to ask me something. She basically asked me why I didn’t kiss her and whether I would kiss her and whether I just liked hanging out with her. Very guy thing to say. I really didn’t know how to respond, but I did make it clear that she didn’t need to feel like she had to go above and beyond to get into my pants and if thats what she wanted she could go elsewhere. She dropped it after that but we parted on bad terms. I tried to go back to sleep after that but it was fucking with me. When I resurfaced to check my phone she had texted me. She wanted to know If since I wouldn’t go to the movies with her, would I go out to eat with her…I was beyond confused. But I just told her we could go see the movie. WHICH SHE PAID FOR by the way.

That night was another Beta party. We danced all night and she ended up staying over again. Seemed like this was becoming routine. Bare in mind this made it one week exactly until her gf was set to arrive. Things were chill until about Tuesday night. That’s when we had a full on argument…

Part 3 is coming…

Originally, our cake was going to be a secret. Then Sam and her social media obsession got in the way of that when she tagged us on Facebook at our cake-tasting. Suddenly hordes of guests knew what we were up to. Hordes. The secret was out. So I’ll share.
I live for baked goods. I love cake. Until I tasted one, I thought of wedding cake as a flavor, like carrot cake or funfetti. I thought of it as wedding cake: Delicate, luscious, a true indulgence. Then, as a teenager working at a country club, I ate every wedding cake that passed through the kitchen’s double-doors and I discovered, with great anguish, that most wedding cakes weren’t all that tasty. Worse, many were blah. Did I eat them anyway? Of course I did.
Sam and I want our wedding cake to be delicious. I also insisted that we get a cake from Momofuku Milk Bar, simply because their cakes look amazing. We got engaged and I pictured one of their tiered creations. Having eaten my share of Milk Bar treats, I was confident that their cakes also tasted great.
On Friday we went out to Williamsburg, had a light lunch at The Meatball Shop (What kind of brides eat meatballs before their cake tasting? Shameful) then headed to Milk Bar where we met Martine. She presented us with a tray of twelve flavors of cake. I grabbed my fork and wondered how I could avoid embarrassing myself as I attempted to leave no crumb unconsumed. We didn’t even take any photos of us eating the cake bites because we were so busy scarfing. Some couples, Martine told us, choose one flavor for the whole cake. I knew we would never manage that, so our result: A four-tiered cake with a different flavor for each tier. That will be our little secret … though I think we’ve told a few friends already. So here I am, full of meatballs and cake, with our souvenir Momofuku Milk Bar cake book. I can’t stop staring at it.

〜 A Ꮐleam of Ꭰreams 〜

there is a child inside each one of us, who comes out in front of the person we are most comfortable with  …… ♥ ツ

doesn’t have to always be the case – but, aside from good sex – what else could come of it.  what’s the cut off age, anyway.   is a ten-year age difference the most that it could be before we dip into …..damn, she looks like she could be her mother.

i think when one is in her twenties (and younger), anything beyond a five-year age difference – can be huge.  once you enter your mid-thirties and above, a significant age difference is not that noticeable.  take a look at ellen degeneres and porshe.  there’s a 15 year difference, but it doesn’t look abnormal.  in many lesbian relationships – there can be noticeable age difference, anyway.  that wouldn’t apply to all lesbian relationships, but it’s not unusual to see a disparity in age difference.

is it just me – or, do many younger girls like older women, ugh.

ok. why this topic?

i slept with someone who is much (much) younger than me on saturday.  she just graduated from college, double ugh.

i try to avoid younger girls at the gym – but, damn, they know how to get you to notice them – even if you try your best not to flirt back.  i slept with a slim girl covered in tattoos, and piercings.

she was on the treadmill – and, i snapped my towel at her legs.  she’s been very, very flirty with me, and i lost my footing.

ugh, i avoided her on sunday.  i saw her on the treadmill when i walked in – and, i raced into the racquetball room.  i stayed there until she left.

i need to grow up now.  how much more time do i need before the light comes on …..

…….♥

“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”  ―    May Sarton

So this is what happened:

A few saturdays ago 4/13 to be precise, I was at a Beta party with a few of my friends. Throughout the school year I’ve been joking around saying that I had a crush on this one girl. I mean, I’d classify myself as straight for the most part and when I said this about her I was mainly kidding. Additionally, I’m not the only straight girl on this campus who crushed on this girl, there is just something alluring about her. Well she happened to be at the Beta party that night, and my best friend SH, decided it would be a good idea for him to go and initiate conversation with her. (Oh, also she’s gay, so we get that out of the way.)

So he goes over and talks to this girl and ends up telling her that I want to dance with her. My friends have never seen me dance with a girl so I already foresaw the amazing shit show that would happen once they did. I at this point however, was too inebriated to care and to put it plainly I was slightly intrigued. So we danced, we danced for the entire rest of the party and everyone that looked at me had the most hilarious expressions on the planet. You can’t even begin to imagine. Just pure confusion, and shock. I even moved her to the other side of the room because it was darker, that’s how bad the staring was!

Once the party was over, I asked her if she wanted to come hang out at one of the apartments where my friends live. SHE assumed that I meant come back to my place wink wink. So she came back with us. I think she realized once ALL of us began moving in the same direction that my goal was not hanky panky. I wanted to be in her company but I also wanted other people around to just alleviate the pressure a little. But, of course, my friends that lived where I wanted to go decided that they were just going to get high and chill. Now, I was forced to have her come back to my apartment. Either way though a group of us went to my apartment and chilled.

About half an hour after we got there, she (who I refer to as 413) decided she was going to go home. I had drank more at this point and so I didn’t want her to leave. I walked her to the door and we stopped in the kitchen to talk. She kind of blurted out that she had a gf back home but she brushed it off, claiming that it didn’t matter because she was in another state. The way she made it seem was like, they had some sort of arrangement. And we hadn’t done anything but dance so I was like whatever. Before she left I made her take my number and we said our goodbyes.

The next day (Sunday) I woke up confused as hell. I really didn’t understand what had happened, and I was a little unsettled. Plus, she hadn’t texted me so I assumed that was that. After having breakfast with two of my friends, and rehashing the previous nights events I turned around and saw that she was playing basketball on the court. Of course my best friend SH took this as another opportunity so he motioned for a walk by. I was out voted.

So we try to walk up past the court as nonchalantly as possible. After three years at this school I didn’t realize how damn close the basketball court was to the pavement, and we ended up being extremely obvious, especially when SH decided he was going to initiate another conversation (I THOUGHT IT WAS A WALK BY, not stop and talk by). As you can imagine I was extremely nervous and jittery. I really didn’t know how to react or speak to her, she made me sooooo flustered. So we said awkward hello’s and then SH and I began to walk away. As we were walking away however, she called out to me. She was like “Hey, I texted you” but my phone had been acting crazy so I never got it. And when I told her that she was like “I mean it’s cool if you gave me the wrong number on purpose” but anyway in the end we corrected the problem and I now had her number saved in my phone. Before we parted ways she asked me why we were in that area of campus…and I literally had no idea what to say, it was bad.

Alright I’m going to fast forward a little because this is a loooong fucking story. So that was on Sunday, we texted most of Monday and Tuesday. There was a clear elephant in the room (her gf) but all we were doing was texting so at that point I was like whatever. So on Tuesday, she comes to the library because I’m in there but she goes upstairs. She calls me up there but I realized from the way she said it shit was about to get real. Keep this in mind, she never studies in the library but she showed up because I was there. So I go upstairs to where she is, since that Saturday I had had severe anxiety about the whole situation for some reason. Every time I saw her after that my heart would just freak out. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew there needed to be a conversation. I guess she realized the same thing. Long story short we ended up having this (what I then thought was long) conversation, that lasted about an hour. The library literally closed and she told me we weren’t done talking so we had to move to the student lounge, and we talked for another half an hour.

She was confused because she wasn’t sure where I stood, and she wanted me to tell her what I wanted from her. She claimed that her gf wasn’t a factor and that she just did what she wanted. Not that she didn’t care about her gf but that she “did her” literally her exact words were “I do me”. She just wanted to have fun, and she asked me whether I wanted to have fun, because she wasn’t looking for another woman. And I’m sitting there like…wtf is going on. She was also confused because she didn’t understand why I wouldn’t text her first or say hi to her on campus. It got really intense and by the end of it I was even more stressed and confused than when we first started talking. So we concluded by basically deciding that we were going to go with the flow. Little did I know that was simply serious conversation number 1 our of 3.

As the days passed we just talked as normal. Of course, I would see her EVERYWHERE, and it took me a while before my heart stopped freaking out every time I saw her. On that Friday she asked me what I was up to that night. Not in a I’m curious way but in a I want to hang out with you so I’m going to hint it. But, I had already planned to go to the bars, so that was where I was headed. THIS GIRL, stayed up until 2am and waited for me to get back from the bars, even though she was sleepy. She drove to my apt from her dorm which was interesting but I guess it would have been a fair walk but by this point it was almost 3am. We ended up just talking and hanging out, watching Netflix, and we literally fell asleep. She ended up spending the night, but nothing happened. That Saturday, so one week after the Beta party, I was throwing my party. We had been texting all of Saturday day and while we were texting she asked me whether I’d “save her a dance”. I was like maybe but I’m supervising so I have to monitor shit, she was like “I’ll let you go…sometimes”. So at my party I was a little stressed with the music situation so I couldn’t really spend the entire time with her. Regardless of this she stayed. In fact, even after all her friends LEFT she stayed until the very end (2am). At the end of the party she helped us de-set and she even came back to my friends apt even though she didn’t want to go there.

At this point I’m thinking “What’s going on?” Why is she going out of her way to hang around me. Surely if someone simply wants to have fun they call you at obscure hours and only talk to you for one reason. So…I’m thinking does this girl like me like me? You guys think MEN ARE COMPLICATED, boy, women are something else. Anywho, we ended up leaving my friends apt because she clearly wasn’t comfortable, and because she drove to the party we went to McDonalds. Now, let me pause here for a minute. Her dorm was not far from where we held the party…so why did she drive?! Yeah…seems a little pre-calculated doesn’t it? After McDonlds we went back to my place, and watched Netflix in bed. I’ve never been with a girl so I had no idea how to approach the situation or even if I wanted to act on anything. Once again we just fell asleep! This seemed to be becoming routine. And although I didn’t hate it, I was waiting for shit to get REAL-ER. Be careful what you wish for.

The Tuesday after that weekend I was having dinner with SH in the cafeteria and he deliberately sat at 413′s table. I was annoyed by this because a) It was an awkward situation waiting to happen and b) It was an awkward fucking situation waiting to happen. Plus, I wanted to talk to him ABOUT 413, but obviously now I couldn’t. So, she can clearly tell I’m being awkward. I ended up actually leaving the caf early, and just told them I’d meet them in the lounge because she wanted to play pool. I was just feeling super antsy because I just had a feeling, and turns out I was right. I had to go to a meeting so I made it so that SH would play pool with her alone, and hopefully glean some information out of her about what this whole situation with us even was. ONCE AGAIN, ladies and gentlemen be careful what you god damn wish for.

We found out a lot more than we bargained for…

Part 2 will follow shortly, and by shortly I mean at some point this week, plus I need to write about my crazy weekend in CHICAGO.

Beginning to feel a little like Romaine’s drawing

Romaine’s allure was so great that everyone and anyone who visited Paris wanted to be invited to her knock out black, white and gray apartment. She was a taste-maker extraordinaire. F. Scott and Zelda were her guests-so was Lincoln Kirsten and numerous other luminaires of the period. Contribute what you can-no amount is too small or great. You will be listed in the Romaine Brooks project honor roll and forever be linked with our ms. Brooks

She’d have to make right
never a wrong turn in the bowl,
but soon her left
became her only choice,
in fear she laid
as she waited to bake
mother married, twisted like taffy on the spin
her husband felt like cold marble, a spork when in bed
his weight sodded down on her like chocolate filled knives.

Her children the boys, she bore in her kitchen-aid
would suck on the nippled raspberry of
corrosions, explosions, tanks of Spanish baklava
chocolate Swedish fish and a cherry bomb of licks,
they would feed and feed
a day, a week, a month
as father strayed in military labor.
mother began to stray in diabete heaven
60, ½, .60

The slut, the cunt, Maryland her neighbor
took frequent air to my mother and her hair,
mother felt the sugar rise as a soufflé
containing unpremeditated clitoral arrangements
fear no longer present, a factor gone
Maryland was not the one
who had advanced the recipe
mother did, like a pinhole, straight
to savor caramels, as father drowned

No matter though, poor mother cinnabon rolls
she cheated, she fed, she cared, her legs spread
with new hymens destroyed
mother cinnabon declared
“Divine dykes dick it in the deed,
Daddy’s flee, fly’s fancy in the free,
Fickle farts don’t do the tarts
Tittys toot root a toot toot,”
and on and on blood-soaked, she’d lay
moaning with sun-beamed orgasms,
her children would sit confused and betrayed
for father would soon be dead and home
unbeknownst that queer fingers
we’re no longer clean
but soaked in the twats
my mother used to be.

©Tyler Velasco 2013

I was pretty angry with my friend. For one, he clearly did not read my blog thoroughly seeing as he missed all the posts about my trouble dating…men. Then, I was also disappointed that men in my generation were still so uneducated and happy to live in ignorance when it comes to feminism.

Being a feminist does not equate to being a lesbian and being a lesbian does not mean you are a feminist. I believe that the relation of feminism to being a lesbian comes from the wrong belief that feminists hate men and that lesbians hate men, neither of these stereotypes is true (although I’m sure some do).

Having this conversation made me more aware of the stereotypes I assumed could not possibly still be held by people in our generation. I thought people were more aware and educated. This is not the 1950s! Most women are feminists without even realizing it. How is it that men in their 20s have not yet met a feminist? Why aren’t these conversations happening?

I know a lot of men who are constantly looking for the most beautiful woman to fuck. The minute things get serious and flaws are noticed, men are eager to move on to the next best thing. I’ve used this reference before, but my hairdresser told me about an eligible bachelor in New York who said that smart, beautiful, funny women were a dime a dozen and he could easily replace one for another. It’s true to an extent. More and more women have it all.

So, where are the men that can meet these heights?

Maybe my writing does make me seem like a man-hater, but I want someone who is on my intellectual level. I’ve heard feminists say that perhaps we should prepare for women being the bread-winners and that perhaps we won’t be able to find men on our intellectual levels…that we should be looking for an emotional connection, not unlike the role women once played for men in relationships. I don’t think I’m prepared to accept this quite yet. I don’t believe men should be allowed to continue to regress as women rise in society. I want someone who I can have a conversation with that extends beyond superficial topics.

I may not be dating anyone now (and not for a long time) and so maybe that lends to me coming off as a lesbian, but I’d rather be seen as a lesbian than be in a relationship with any of the men I have dated recently. I think it’s about time men stopped fucking around and started to be the people modern/intelligent women want to date.

God took me to the desert.
It is said easy, but the experience is worthy of a hollywood movie.
I confess that I did not want to go there.
I confess that from the first moment the intense heat and loneliness provoke that detest that place.
“I will put you a proof.” said the Lord.
Succumbed at that. Proof? I did not need proof, I want Miracles.
“It’s the worst that can happen you”, “there is Proof that lasting a lifetime”, “make you suffer, mourn and if possible kill you.” Comments about Proofs were nothing motivating.
I was sad. I was angry, depressed me and shout, all in that order.
Shout to the sky: “I’m sick of the # @ # $ ^ * $ @ Proofs!”
But the imposing sky keep silent.
Try to escape from there.
I cried bitterly for several days waiting for someone felt sorry about me.
I offered money to Heaven. Try buying a trip from desert to paradise.
But it was useless. The Divine decision about my life had been taken.
“It is necessary and I do it for Love to you.” Affirm the Lord, while my heart is dirtied with the sand of depression and resentment.
I thought it was not fair.
I thought that deserts should be destined for evil people and not for good people like me.
I thought God was mistaken.
I thought it would come anytime one against order from Heaven that would put my life in the right way.
I thought they would send an angel to offer me apologies for that mistake. The Angel Gabriel seemed me the right one for fulfill that mission.
But I discovered that God does not accept bribery.
But I discovered that my concept of “justice” is very different from the concept Divine.
And discovered that the desert is a place where you come face to face with the Truth.
That Truth that makes you Free.

I thought God wanted to kill me.
I thought the Lord was angry with me.
I thought that the Creator had lost control of my life.
But I was wrong.

The proof discovered my true self.
The proof showed that I had years living in a “spiritual simulator”.
The Proof revealed my true intentions when tithed and when I sang in the church.
That desert made me grow.
“I teach you to Live.” Affirm God with a voice so sweet and powerful that I did mourn.

The Proof forged my capacity to Love.
The Proof showed me my weakness towards the women prohibited.
The Proof revealed that I was full of myself more than anything else.
That desert murderer the negative in my life.
“I show you the depths of the Life” say the Almighty from the Heaven.

The Proof taught me to Trust even if my eyes did not see absolutely NOTHING.
The Proof taught me to rate what is really important.
The Proof showed me the power of the Word of God.
That desert taught me to Pray.
“Yet I must teach you the most important.” said the unmistakable voice of the Creator.

Then occurred.
I discovered the reality of God’s Love for me.
I discovered the reality of heaven and hell.
I found that everything that I longed in my life, God have it,
I found that just dying to myself, He would dwell in me and I would be Free.
I found that just removing my presence, will could enjoy His Presence.
That desert gave me Life.

In the desert I learned to Love, to appreciate the simple things: a plate of food on the table, a warm bed at night, one I Love You of my wife, eyes to look around me, a goal to reach and get out to a nice restaurant with my family.

That temporary proof changed my life.
That Proof gave me the victory over all.
That Proof change my hate into Love.
That Proof gave me the character to Lead the Ministry.
That desert saved me from hell.
That desert allowed me know personally to Jesus.

In the desert, in that solitude learned to hear the Voice of God.
In the desert, a man died and was born a Warrior.
In the desert died a human being and born a Son of God.

“Executedst the purpose of your proof.” affirm my Father with a laugh that rumbled the heaven and hell.
I smiled openly, for the first time in my life had PEACE.
Put me in my knees and thanked with tears for that desert.
And ask forgive for yelling one day: “I’m sick of the # f **** @ # proofs!”

Tithes and Offers

Good Tips

Confess of a naked body

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My good man, I cannot wait to see my wife.
She’s honest and faithful, the perfect lady
for a seafarer; it is fortuitous, my friend.

My confidant, thank you for standing at my side.
You’re strong and brave, the perfect comrade.
For English Captains, we make quite the pair.

The harbor, it is within our view.
To the bow, my friend.
Down the fenders, Private Locke.

Make ready for Commander Richard Garrot.
Make ready for Captain Patrick Dice.
Make ready for the tales of bravery.

I step onto the pier.
I love the ocean, but
I love my Lady Lucy more.

What is it you say,
messenger boy?
Why the long wind breaths?

Calm yourself and
let me read this,
What could be so pressing?

Begone, messenger boy.
Here I sit in pain and great grief,
on the Pier of Despair.

I just wish people weren’t so judgmental.

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