Two favorite sensual literary pieces. Hot and heavy, but well written, intriguing and stimulating. Read your a.. off in 2020! Audio books are wonderful, especially if you travel like me..
Text if you are SERIOUSLY interested…
There’s still a huge taboo around nudism and sex, sometimes even picturing nudists as asexual beings. Here’s the truth about the sex lives of nudists.
Source: The Truth About Nudism and Sex
Tatyana Fazlalizadeh is an artist… a woman of her time, taking control of her own narrative. Her portraits are so real, with a depth between the eyes of each face. Her messages are clear and insightful, bold and pioneering. Spike Lee didn’t “discover” her, but shout out to Spike for providing such a solid platform for Tatyana to stand on and share with the world a gem of a talent, a provocative, profound and beautiful spirit – telling stories with her brush. She’s Has It… Check her out at www.tlynnfaz.com/
She’s Gotta Have It
It is increasingly difficult to understand how creative beings can speak of consciousness or getting to the next level and yet always be so angry. There is no need for that to continue. Meditate on a powerful and peaceful journey and begin to embrace the Hrt… The Hurt and the Heart. Healing is within reach.
I am the almighty ANKH
…Constructed from wire and wisdom
Here to wreak havoc on the evil intentions
And ascend onto high plains with the CREATOR FORCE – the dark matter.
The talisman that holds the power
From which you reveal the strength and structure.
I and the she, the goddess, in whom you dwell
until that day when all turn inward to greatness. My magnetic level stings in birth, pierces the earth and becomes master of self.
" People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with sh.t on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know "
- The Roots - from A Clock with No Hands
Mood Musik – Divine Feminine Expression
Nubia, Kush, Kamit, Qamit, Sudan, Alkebulan – the treasured land of burned man. Tanned and toned and tuned for excellence.
I am the S(O)N of all. I am the all. I embrace the call. The inner God-Body, created through strands of greatness. Check this and never forget. I will not apologize for my truth or your enslavement. It has been a long journey and I shall travel on the boat along the waters of NU. I was born on the Nile. Where grand temples stand strong. Where the scrolls lie patiently – potent and pressing on in divine order.
…Of Nubian Core – I am the Alkebulan S(U)N.
Where do we go now? Newgrounds, Pillowfort, MeWe? What happened? Too much porn addiction or just some conservative, self-righteous influence that truly caused for Tumblr to bend and cower? It was a bit unbelievable until it actually happened.
Well, indeed a number of people have migrated to MeWe, and Colors of a Nudist led the way for many. It was such a dope Page in Tumblr, opening the minds of those who were on the fence about letting go and living a natural life. They promoted the various nudist gatherings across the globe, offered serious encouragement, and even good conversation if you needed. Essentially, they were the ideal social media platform for naturists of color in particular, and all naturist in general. It is inevitable – things change… and we will have to wait and see how this goes! (Fingers crossed) Find them by clicking the logo below.
Strangers happening, why do we find ourselves dangling haplessly, not in control of our lives.
Intersect minds, revolution in front of the farce of the fitness and jurors and witness, we despise.
Bring down the light of truth and freedom. We, ring in the night and enter the kingdom,
when love and potion and distance and motion and knowledge of self, gains momentum …at last we will rise!
Finally forcing the shackles to break, to bend and to mend, to reach out and remake (from the lies.)
Here we go – one, two… pressing the ego to lay down the cloak and create the new dream in our eyes.
everyone searching for love,
looking for blessings from high up above,
we... lounge and frown, complain, restrain,
we... break, remain,
relinquish redemption for pleasure's exemption then die...
...because we don't rise, we cry, we lie,
to ourselves, denying the truth of the real,
get loose and reveal our weakness to the world.
We wear the Scarlet letters on chest and back and breast, in fact…
We act like we good, move back in the hood, we learn to let go, when we focus and flow,
The time comes to realize that our lies have crossed the skies and placed us in dungeons of destruction.
Infiltrated with dirty deeds when we should have been finding mates and planting seeds.
Future flying by, writing, just passing time. Production eludes, counselor concludes, that we need to lift up the burdens and blame, we lost the first game, but have chances to advance when we work the plan, travel the land and make the best of our tainted memory.
Strangers we call it cause love came too quick, friends look like dicks and curves deceived our minds, made us devils in flight, and third eyes went blind. And so consciousness conquers when virtue takes hold. The slips and stumbles be damned, and be bold. Mask coming off, and replaced it with gold. As strangers, we embrace, the desire, to be cold.