"You Were Here Now You Aren't.."

So I've got "One At A Time" -The Clonious ft. Muhsinah and uhhhhhh yeh...

During what had to have been one of the most boring days of my life, I came to a wonderful conclusion... I am starting to accept reality for what it actually is. And as nice as it is for me to toy with the idea that the stars are going to align and everything is going to work out the way I want it to, it's not. And deep down I've always known that it wouldn't. I'm tired of being an ol' comfy couch that stays in the basement... It's time that I make some changes, starting with cutting some dead weight.

It all sounds cliche and predictable, but I don't give a fuck. If you don't come to a point of reckoning and acceptance you'll continue to travel the road of unhappiness and dissatisfaction. So judge if you must, but I refuse to continue to be bound by an intangible force... *breaks chain*

Today's Inspiration

Muhsinah

Our desires are what makes eternity exist. Keep wanting, keep getting, and keep wanting again. :)

...shoutout to Dominican sexuality.

At approxiamately 7:58pm [Dominican time] I came to the startling conclusion that at this point in my life, the greater majority of things that I love in my life right now are digital, intangible, without matter... one fragment away from being a figment of my imagination.

So my question is, is tangibility a necessity?

...and to think this song is ab pre-adolescent masturbation. Mind fuck.

Addicted.

This song turns me o-o-on o-o-on o-o-o-o-on... No but really. And ironically, I thought ab him... No, not him, but him.

I think it goes without saying that the Dominican Republic is a beautiful place. Beautiful people, beautiful weather, etc, etc... However, I find myself wondering why I'm here. I look at all the other people in my program and they've had 4+ yrs of Spanish, or they've travelled to other countries before coming here, and it makes me think... "What the fuck have I been doing with my life?!"

The entire time I've been here I've questioned myself, my motives, my goals, and I'm still without an answer...

The upside to this "U-curve" is that I have less time to focus on the less important things that I would normally be worrying ab in the States...

Ahhhhh well... Guess I'll be on my one man see-saw for the next 4mos...

Second Hand Eargasm.

I don't know where I've been for the past 30+ years... Here I've been thinking that I'm a modern music connoisseur, [by my standards anyway], and I've been TOTALLY sleeping on the Motown era US/UK soul scene! I love samples, but I never took the time to find the original artists. Now I have a hunch, and I'm beginning my hunt for vintage vinyl.

N U D E

I need a muse... Or maybe, I just need an artist. Their art makes me wanna listen to Radiohead. Nudity, sexuality, and purity... artfully represented.

Photographs by Andre Brito and Ryan McGinley

Teena Marie

It saddens me to know that we have lost another music icon, but it saddens me even more to hear journalists, websites, tabloids, etc. call her the "Ivory Queen of Soul." Maybe I'm overanalyzing it, but is melanin a prerequisite for soul? Why are we so surprised that people of other "races" (used loosely) can sing, perform, or dance with soul? Are white people devoid of passion and vitality just because of their skin color...? It's true that the artform originated and was popular with people of color, but does that make other "races" incapable of enjoying or even participating in it? Ahhhh well... I digress. Teena Marie was a force musically no matter what her skin color was.

I wish I could be nearly as mentally aroused as the young man that sings this song... It goes to show that 90s grunge can be just as sexy as ummmm... *insert random sexy object here*

Jansport J ft. Lyric'lee

A thought occurred to me while I was in the shower... If God created Eve from Adam's rib, why is it that women are responsible for the birth of mankind and not men? Is this a form of gender favoritism or punishment? If we were created equally in the eyes of God, and made to be dependent upon each other, why is there such a great schism between the sexes? Oh if harlots were saints...