Them braids, that neck piece, his sweet eyes are EVERYTHING!

Colorful peacock ladies. Our thighs straddle-maple. We tease’s with ease. Playful tongues of fur and feathers. Areola’s dangle to touch. Guava to taste. Like a sugary sand. And we nurture soliloquy’s dripping down our chins. Pungent smells from between thighs. We pin down to catch the feeling. We love-on transitions. At times mirroring our weakness, our fears, our inability to cope. Our expressions are safe here. We take from both past and present. Love is real here. No fear here. Sweat on sweet. Love or lust we feel so much aah. No time constraints just us giving all we got. From orange moons lined with red rivers. Cross the deep or submerged beneath it. We keep it-live. Alive from each others breath.  Women. Curved. Scarred. Strong. Thick. Bones. Garbed. High. Fly. Why? Cause I love em. Gracie

In a world in which the female body is always up for critique, Griner stands as very tall testament to how much we’ve changed in our attitudes toward difference, but also to the distance we have yet to travel. Hers is the story of how a 22-year-old physical anomaly with the energy of the goofy skater kid she is during her off-hours—leaving the arena, Griner worked her long torso through an open car window and sat on the door’s edge, hollering to a teammate behind us—is challenging norms of both sexuality and gender. “Gender is who you go to bed as,” says one specialist in gender identity issues. “Sexuality is who you go to bed with.”

http://www.elle.com/life-love/society-career/brittney-griner-profile

1950’s, brown corduroy vest, faded cream polo t-shirt, and adorned with 1920’s ‘first aide’ pin. Saved the day.

Made me smile today. 🙂

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Don’t get scared now. She put a spell on you 🙂

Look what I found on Instagram! -Nia Darling

The garden closed down to make way for a building. Sarah Peterson being an awesome hostess with the mostess, celebrating two years of cultivating within the community. What fun!