Black. Lesbian. Writer.

It’s raining in Atlanta right now. It’s been raining for hours. I can hear the thunder booming over the music playing from Sugar’s laptop.

It’s peaceful.

She’s working on Volume 3 of Suite 69, Black Lesbian Erotica. Me? I just finished adding ad space here, so I can start making money off of my words.

It’s peaceful.

I know most people don’t associate storms with peace, but it’s something about the sound of the rain hitting the limbs, the leaves, the roof… That has this kind of rhythm. The kind of rhythm that can lull you into a trance.

The … *Read the rest

I’ve always said that I feel as though my life should come with a disclaimer. If you’re a part of it, you could very well end up here in my blog.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here, every single day. Except for my monthly challenges, I haven’t done that since I started my blog 3+ years ago. With that being said, why, oh why would someone ask me exactly when will I be able to to start back on my blogs?

I’ll try to be as gentle with my response as possible. To borrow words from Erykah … *Read the rest

It’s 2012. What does that mean to you?

I wonder why people (including myself) allow a calendar change to motivate self improvement. Is there something magical about the date having so many ones and zeros that will make it any easier for us to stick to our resolutions? I think there is something magical about the date that inspires us. Is that what it is?

Making resolutions is something we all do, even if we don’t vocalize it, blog about it, or post it on facebook. We make private resolutions, promises to ourselves to develop better habits or to make … *Read the rest

The word BLOG!was left on my Facebook wall. Jewel, you asked for it…

I’ve been quiet lately or should I say my mouth has been more still. My mind has been active, screaming words, reflections.

This time last year I was trying to absorb an carve everything about Mama so my memories would always be fresh. I was trying to cope with her last days and prepare myself for the future. I realize now that you just can’t prepare yourself for a life without a parent. You just completely underestimate how much you need them, even after you think … *Read the rest

Be sure to check out the first part of this story, Beans & Rice.

August 12, 2000 marked one month to the day I moved out of my parents’ home. It also marked on month to the last time I had spoken to Daddy. By now, every one on both sides of my family knew that I had moved out, but no one knew exactly why. When asked, I told people that it was just time. In that month, Jerry and I settled very quickly into our customized domestication. We added my name to the lease, I changed my … *Read the rest

George Michael’s album, Faith, was released in 1987. I remember listening to it in the summer time. My youngest aunt owned the tape. That was when the tapes would come with they lyrics, so you can only imagine how much time I spent putting on my own concerts. His music was grown. I have no idea why the adults in my life allowed me to listen to his music, but they did. My mom went as far as buying me my own copy. It was the first tape I ever owned.

This album was the first album by a Caucasian … *Read the rest

My first real boyfriend said to me once, Sex is only important if you’re having it. Like the virgin he knew I was, I ate it up. I made him wait six months for my booty, but I was the only one making him wait. He had other booty available to make up for what he wasn’t getting from me.

After I lost my virginity, I had a natural curiosity and hunger for sex. This curiosity and hunger increased after I had my first orgasm ever– kudos to my first girlfriend. Up until a few years ago, I never went … *Read the rest