Oldface

  "Fucking bollocks". He was old London, tough London, "I kicked the arse of the skinheads in the 80's" London. His gruffness compact like his thoughts, spat out in bullet form. See we'd both reacted, (me silently) him like the ricochet of a fully cocked gun; as the last of the righteous implorings drifted back in to the tannoy; the bus lurching forward .The gist the same as yesterday, and the day before that: Hidden mask inspectors doing secret rounds. Agents of the state enforcing. MB Miz Bent u g t o 1 o a e S 1 p d   o A n f u s o g d u e s r r t   s 2 e d c d 0 1 a 4    ·  London, United Kingdom    ·  Shared with Your friends Phaeleh ambients trickling through the soft touch of an after-rain day. Warm base nestling. For the first time in months i'm up late and figuring what to do with the shape my day. So it's filing and scrap booking and flicking over memories. Some times for the shortest of time in a sea of stress a mini family is ma...

  To go truly deep in an intimate relationship, we need to feel safe with our partner. We need to know — and know with our whole being — that we can trust them, and not just when we are with them. This trust is based not on thinking that we should trust them, but rather on consistently sensing in our core their trustworthiness—their integrity, their reliability, their commitment to remaining present under all conditions, their passion for accessing love, depth, and freedom with and through us. If we cannot count on our partner to consistently take good care of the container of our relationship — as when energy is leaked through cracks created by erotically wandering attention — then we will find that we can go only so deep with them. If one partner is chronically calling the whole relationship into question every time there’s a fight or conflict, then the other is probably going to become wary of opening fully. Less safety means more shallows. Making the ground of a relationship...

  I can't stand wishy washy people; either of the heart or of the mind. Spare me the un-snapped backs + formless guts of a heart un-firmly planted. These non dwellers, who continually thirst, as the great roots of love pulse by. MB

 

 No resonance over the mainland. Artist: Harry Paul Ally

  “ Feminine sex desire is the soft throbbing of a mollusc.. man dives upon his prey like the eagle and the Hawk; woman lies in wait like the carnivorous plant, the bog, in which insects and children are swallowed up. She is absorption, suction, humus, pitch and glue, a passive influx, insinuating and viscous. “ Simone De Beauvoir. © Janusz Miralles