Singing Vagina's, this is what happens when i've been playing in final cut all day.

The vagina image is on my desk top its from the artist Jamie McCartney.  The sounds i have also been listening to all day from a live streaming of whales singing in Maui http://www.whalesong.net/

Happy valentine to all lovers of wet persimmon sticky lips

Happy valentine to all lovers of wet persimmon sticky lips, bight you on the ass, rose unfolders, flame throwers, wave thumpers, heavy breathers, gigglers, lip bighters, silicone vibrators, tight fisters, leather snappers, lace peakers, nipple twisters, gotta touch gotta hold, gotta role you in the sand, run naked through the river, spread my legs for her in the sky, burn my thigh, inside, outside, you me, he she, sheeeeeheeeeeeeeee hehehe heee

Thistles tangled in your hair

Eyes wide from years of searching

Wild caution keeps you there

Rocks guarding

Heart so queer

Hold my hand and let us stand

Rise up out of that sand

The one that had been lost has always been

Touching here touching fear

Touch me my dear

She turns to he and sees

So many loves lost

But really it was he ignored that is she

"Is she asleep?"

He whispers,

“Loves only lost when you forget me

When eyes turn out rather than in

Put your hat and boots on

Lets go a kicken

And a flippen

top or bottom

Just you and me

Queer as those skunks in the tree”

inspired to create a new alter today

using pieces of my past and magic spells from allies, an offering of red wine to that One that i love, that is love and is my own creative fire, shadows of goddess present found in the river, Mr Red looks over it all to honor the inner sheehee she that is a hesheeee.  An alter to more inspirations and the creative mending of all broken hearts all that has felt broken and made into black and white;  from those pieces wholeness and beauty may be created anew!  The mind bends to except more of the rainbow that we are.  In honor of the sacred Butterfly goddess of the natural cycle of death and birth, the heart continues to beat on through it all!  It's a new moon!

Angel fish clit kiss

Last night I dreamt that I needed to cross over a large pond and the only way to do that was to step on floating objects, some looked like turtles maybe they were turtles?
But at some point a human size fish came in front of me, she was totally clear like glass, and she had long thin feathery fins that she caressed me with as if leading me to something.  And one of the fins kept tickling my clit and I got more and more aroused and a beautiful sense of bliss came.  But along side that was shame, a feeling that this was wrong to be aroused by an animal and in the presence of the goddess.  Can’t remember clearly the fish may have actually been the goddess or she was taking me over to a large podium with a goddess figure on it.
I woke to the smell of what I thought was incense, a beautiful pure powdery rose smell filling my room.  Normally this would have disturbed me, with memories of waking to the smell of Amma’s rose in my room, but this was different, more pure, not a chemical rose perfume.
This dream is reassuring, for right before bed i had been writing for my writing class, my teacher has been wanting to hear more of my x’s voice, I’ve been dancing around it in my other pieces.  Last night I got closer.  In the moment of writing it felt terrible and brought me back to dark angry days, “why would I want to draw that back to myself?” I questioned.  But the dream feels like it is saying I am being led to a good love filled place. 
I am waiting for a feeling of certainty about posting any of my class writing here. 

Meanwhile a friend of mine, Josephine Adams, has started adding fish to her (what i call) bird goddess paintings.  to see more of her work you can go to  http://www.gfcontemporary.com/works/adams/adams.htm