I always wanted to do “crazy” things. I wanted give a stranger a lap dance, play naked Jenga, and wear something extremely sexy. I didn’t. I don’t as nervous or scared or self concious or….I didn’t. Fuck the reason.

And people pushed. 

One day I found myself at a BDSM club meeting. The very essence of this is sex, in a way, and I was there because there because it was something I wanted. Yet no one pushed. 

And people offered cookies.

Within a few parties I was naked on a cross. And I can’t wait to do it again. There’s something to be said about consent that comes about out of given consent. Not coercion or alcohol induced but something you comfortably do. It’s empowering and and a joy for more than just the person watching. 

I will forever defend a person whether they keep their close on or take them all off. I wish more people realized this. 



Bind me in the softest leather 

Tightly to keep me together 

Be sure to mark your favorite places 

In among my weathered pages

Learn my stories, feel the words

Especially those unheard

And though you know I am not new

My cover is removed just for you

Lose yourself inside my leaves

And come together in sweet release