Black. Lesbian. Writer.

The first girlfriend sent me a text the other night.

You’re so heavy on my mind. I’m out listening to live music remembering the good times.

My first thought was, what good times?

I know that since we were together almost 3 years, I wouldn’t have stayed if it was all bad, but when I search my memory the bad times overshadow the good ones.

She told me earlier in the week that I was the only woman she’s ever loved. Every woman she meets she compares to me. She knows that she can be the woman I need her … *Read the rest

I wonder how she would react if I pressed my lips against hers. Would she close her eyes? How would her lips feel? Would they melt against mine? Would they part to allow me entry? How would she taste? Would she pull my body against hers? Would she wrap her arms around me? Would she grab me by my hips? What would she do if I tangled my hands in her locs? How would she feel if I held her lips hostage until she was breathless? Would her temperature rise? Would her pussy ache? Would she get wet? Would this … *Read the rest

I met this girl once and within a week, I knew her life story. I knew she felt rejected by her mom. Inadequate with women. Blocked as an artist. She talked and talked, telling me long stories of betrayal, heartbreak and pain. She told me how she felt so comfortable revealing so much of herself to me. I was flattered…

Until I saw her tipsy at a party. She was surrounded by a circle of people and she told them the very same stories she told me.

She had been told by friends not to reveal too much of herself, … *Read the rest

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results -Albert Einstein

I was talking to my brother about relationships and women. Two of our favorite topics. Actually one topic if you think about it. You can’t have one without the other…

I’m looking back on my past relationships and I’m hoping there is a better outcome in my future. In order to get a better outcome, I must do something different right?

Do someting different. It sounds so simple… But romance is not a math problem. I can’t look at step 3 and add instead of … *Read the rest

I often compare the women I attract to baby birds with broken wings. I am a magnet for girls that need a bit of nurturing. Maybe they have a severely broken heart. Maybe they are jobless. Maybe they are homeless. Maybe they are esteemless (yes, I just made up my own word. shoot me).

I know how to help them get back in the sky again. I’m a natural nurturer. I know what to say and what to do to make a woman feel whole. I’m good at ego stroking. I can be supportive. I can help build you up.… *Read the rest

There is a girl in my life. The kinda girl I’ve dreamed of. Gorgeous. Caring. Creative. Considerate. I could keep going forever.

Let’s call her Tea. That’s how I describe the color of her eyes…

We spend a lot of time together. Days at a time. When we aren’t together, I miss her. We spend hours on the phone as a substitute.

When we’re together, we have the most random conversations. Anything could come up. We get each other. The weird stuff. The nerdy stuff. The silly stuff. The sad stuff. All of it.

And when we’re not talking, the … *Read the rest

I got a message on an old IM account from my first girlfriend asking me to email her. My first thought was, what does she want? My first thought was fuck her, but I emailed her anyway.

An email turned into, “Can we talk?” I sent her my phone number. She text me. I had to laugh at her text messages because she’s not known for being a very good writer. Her texts were worded so formally, as if she was trying to her best to show me that had some education behind her or something. I shook my head … *Read the rest