The One with Saa.

Love me with your eyes fixed on my naked thighs as I sway on my yoga mat in a room fogged up with incense and marijuana. Love me till my legs tremble. Till my thighs are soaked. Have me. Gently then, mercilessly. Fuck me into vivid hallucination. Into another lifetime. Love me and every part…

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The One with a Toast

A toast to all the alter egos that have come alive and keep coming alive when I'm under the influence. Here's to the girl who gets drunk on wine and gets the inexplicable urge to swim naked in River Seine singing ' liberté! egalité! PSG! ' at the top of her lungs. The girl who's…

The One about Gifting a Rasta.

(I'm in the process of putting up work that I'm not comfortable putting up just because it makes me feel inadequate, so, be kind.) I know I'm not a Bobo Shanti or a Nyabinghi. I don't eat ital: I'm eating chicken as I type this. I and I nuh speak dreadtalk. I don't smoke; even…

The One with the Big Bad Wolf.

(trigger warning : depression + self-harm) I want depression to be as cathartic as it is catastrophic. But most times, it's just a motherfucker that won't let you eat, sleep, fuck, read or breathe. And I don't know what to do sometimes when it's got its foot on my neck and I'm helpless. I want…

The One with the Szechuan Sauce.

I don't like going on dates. I get uncomfortable. I feel so compelled to converse that I forget everything I could possibly contribute. I keep wondering if I'm eating right; if you're bothered by how loud I am when I take a sip. Am I using really weird metaphors? Am I making enough eye-contact? It's all…

The One with Pops.

A Mitsubishi Galant. That was my dad's first car. KVP something-something. I grew up knowing it had my name on it. See, he'd told me that the KVP stood for Ken, Victoria, and Pripri. I'm pretty sure he did this to remind me that my government name wasn't the name he called me: Stim. Interesting…

The One with the Periodic Table.

I've long accepted the fact that there are some things I might never understand. Like, Microbiology or why in the world those girls in Always ads are so fucking happy. Do these people have any idea what periods are like? Anyway, here's a table of things I need/want on my period. A Periodic table. (Yup, this…