Category Archives: Art

The Wild Witch

Her bones are made of earth.
Her eyes are the color of water.

Her hair is like the sun.
Golden.

This night, it is clothes that feed her fire.
Her old life is turning to ashes before her eyes.

She absorbs the vibes of the forest through the soles of her feet.
And in her soul the heart of her mother, Earth, beats.

Squatting in the earth, she pays no mind to the non-human eyes watching her.
Wiping, the leaf against her butt awakens the memory of one human’s kiss.

Receiving his gift on the night of a full moon, she does not howl with the wolves.
On the night of a full moon, she opens her legs, not her mouth.

Imagining her lips around her nipple, the two become one again.
If only for a moment.

In the earthbound wild she sleeps.
To dream of the magic that is flight.

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Thank you to the beautiful women, whoever they may be, who made the images used in this post possible.

Video Games Are Art

Art: The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. (Thanks, Google.)

My favorite moment in Life Is Strange: Episode 1, Chloe’s house — Max sits on the swing that the deceased father of her best friend built for the two of them and thinks back to happier times.

Despite the prompt to get up — “Space Get Up” — you can sit on the swing for as long as you want.

If this 1 minute and 49 seconds isn’t an “expression or application of human creative skill and imagination” in a “visual form” that is beautiful and emotionally powerful, than I don’t know what is.

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What Does It Mean To Be A “Wild Woman”?

Wild Women follow no religion, we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple. Nature is our Mother and teacher. Our sisters provide the strength we need, and the Goddess holds us within her heart. The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart. 
~Shikoba

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Wild Women follow no religion…

In the Garden of Eden, there was no such thing as religion. There was no need. Because Eve walked side-by-side with her creator, able to talk about anything, anytime, as easily as you talk to a loved one who is lying in bed with you. It wasn’t until after the Fall that Eve had to find a new means of maintaining her relationship with her creator.

…we follow the teachings of our ancestors and Nature is our temple.

Before the Fall, Eve lived in Nature. Specifically, in a garden. A garden called “Eden.”

Regarding following “the teachings of our ancestors”:

“Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
~Luke 24:4

I’m not implying that Jesus is a Wild Woman. He’s not a woman. But: He is wild:

Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy.”
~Matthew 26:65

I am saying that following the teachings of one’s ancestors — fulfilling (i.e., doing) what was written — was essential to Eve’s salvation.

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Nature is our Mother and teacher.

Question: What do a woman and a tree have in common?

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Our sisters provide the strength we need…

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…and the Goddess holds us within her heart.

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The Wild Woman follows nothing but her Wild Heart.

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He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart…
~Ecclesiastes 3:11

Am I Writing Erotica?

Erotica: Literature or art intended to arouse sexual desire.

Lately I’ve found myself writing poems that, I realize, could be classified as erotica.

The reason I say that is: Sexual arousal is a theme that runs through both of them.

And that got me thinking: Oh no.

The reason why is: I don’t want to be some E.L. James type.

I want to be better than that.

I’m not saying that I want to consider myself superior to E.L. James as a person. No one is “superior” to anyone else. We’re all fallible human beings doing the best we can with what we have.

What I am saying is: From a purely literary perspective, I want there to be more to my writing than there is to a novel like 50 Shades of Grey. I want the (potentially) arousing aspects of my writing to point to something more: to not just be arousal for the sake of arousal.

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While I write my poetry, I frequently find myself returning to a quote by Sharon Hodde Miller:

“…a woman’s breasts, hips, bottom, and lips all proclaim the glory of the Lord! Each womanly part honors Him.”

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What I’m trying to do is show how sexual feelings “proclaim the glory of the Lord!”

My protagonists, as a result of what they are feeling upon laying themselves bare or consenting to another’s touch, are undergoing an awakening. They are realizing that their reality is not as they thought it was and, thus, must choose how to respond.

Blindly

Not wanting to know what I will see, I close my eyes.

Blindly, I lay myself bare.

And I wonder: Is the scream trying to escape my mouth one of pleasure or pain?

A Fire In Her Heart

This night
She screams

In pleasure?
In pain?

And this night
A heart screams a word

“Run!”

On another note:

All art involving nudity or sexuality will be arousing to some extent because that is the nature of nudity and sexuality. If it does not arouse, it is bad art.

Asking a heterosexual man to not feel arousal at the sight of a woman’s naked body is like asking a person to not squint when they try and look directly at the sun.

At the sight of a woman’s body, a man’s willpower tends to melt away like a face that has seen the Ark of the Covenant…

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Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Fitting, since the Ark, like a woman’s body, is an enclosure for what is holy:

Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God?
~1 Corinthians 6:19

Which would explain the need for campaigns like Still Not Asking For It — the sight of a woman’s body can be too much for a man to handle.

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The Awesome Blogger Award

Thank you to Between the lines for nominating me for the Awesome Blogger Award.

About the award:

What is the Awesome Blogger Award?

This award was created by Miss Maggie over at Dreaming of Guatemala! And she says:

“This is an award for the absolutely wonderful writers all across the blogging world. They have beautiful blogs, are kind and lovely, and always find a way to add happiness and laughter to the lives of their readers. That is what truly defines an awesome blogger.”

Rules of this award:

• Thank the person who nominated you. Include the reason behind the award. Include the banner in your post.

• Tag it under #awesomebloggeraward in the Reader.

• Answer the questions your nominator gave you.

• Nominate at least 5 awesome bloggers.

• Give your nominees 10 new questions to answer.

• Let your nominees know that they’ve been nominated!

Between the lines’ questions, and my answers:

If every person would be a color, what color would you be?

Blue.

If you could choose a historical period to live in, what would be your choice?

America in the 1980s.

Your favorites 3 songs are…

They are:

What is your first memory?

The earliest I can remember is: Coming home from preschool one day and asking my parents when my 4th birthday would be.

If you could teleport yourself in any place in this world, what would it be your first choice?

Japan.

Did you ever have an imaginary friend?

Yes. A Terminator-esque killer robot called “Plan A.”

What is the color of your eyes?

Brown.

If you’d be a painter, what would it be your favorite theme to paint?

Forests. I would enjoy painting forests.

Your favorite ice cream flavor is…

Cookie dough.

Where do you find inspiration for your blog?

My fellow bloggers inspire me.

My 10 questions:

  1. What is one subject you want to write about, but haven’t yet?
    Or: What is one person, place, or thing, that you want to draw, but haven’t yet?
  2. If you could be any animal, what would you be?
  3. What is the last movie you watched?
  4. What is something that is underappreciated?
  5. Dog person? Cat person? Both? Neither?
  6. When was the last time you laughed, and why?
  7. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever eaten?
  8. Would you go skydiving?
  9. What is one thing you are thankful for right now?
  10. If people could only know one thing about you, what would you want them to know?

I nominate:

All About Anime

Confessions Of A Reborn Girl

The Crazy Bag Lady

M&M Millennials

Iheartlife