I lost my compact. I cannot hide from myself that I have had too much sugar and not enough play. I fooled myself to thinking my skin was even and smooth. It isn’t at least not always. Life is not even and smooth at least not lately. Why do I seek perfect and not accept what is real? This pursuit has left me unsatisfied and unwillingness to see that every thing is fine. It gets messy here sometimes. I get messy sometimes.
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a upheaval in my life has left me feeling like damaged goods. i am left with my moleskine and a back shed full of erotica books and unfinished paintings. (18+) this virtual feed has grown to be a space of research and reflections in the following topics: sacred sexuality, dreaming, art, love, mystic teachings, eroticism, self portraits, nudes arting sounds
