One thing I know for sure is that Love always finds me. Love is a gift, a budding blooming flower. Hormone induced. The great illusion and the greatest joy. The truest teacher. The little death. Inexplicable and imperfect. Divine. Temporary and cyclical. And my heart is as open as the sky. Continue reading On Love
“Sex is my spirituality.” In the half of an episode that I watched of “Girlfriends”, I remember the character Lynn making this confession during a monologue. I stored the message, and never needed to watch the show again. It just made sense to me this week. Since I stopped being a Christian, I’ve released the stigma … Continue reading Touch It
I was a Iyawo, becoming a priest. Three months of no sex came and went. Then four. Then five. Then six. I was tired of listening to Jill Scott’s “Celibacy Blues“. So, I decided that if I was going to create a new (sex) life for myself, I might as well start dating. Continue reading Dating While Holy: All Fire, No Quench
My acting teacher records us one-by-one each week as we practice lines for pretend commercials. When the class is done, we watch each person on screen, and critique the performance. As my playback came up during our first class, I was anxious nervous fearful to see myself, squealing and hiding my face. The teacher pressed … Continue reading God + Sex + Inadequacy
I planned on watching Cosmos when I came home after a Panera lunch meeting turned laugh session with a new girlfriend. We talked for 2.5 hours longer than either of us expected, then I decided to stay a little longer to work on personal projects. It was well past dark when I headed home. Beyonce’s … Continue reading Beyonce & a Bubble Bath
