Sikiliza

I am just sitting here listening to the putter of the rain outside I think of the distance between us and try to remember, you and your smile. When I am with you I think of how you are part of many transitions In my body, my mind and my heart.... All of them turn me on way bright Everything of mine is putty in your arms… Touching or connecting with you energizes me You recharge every cell in my being. You restore me You heal me You fill me You make me whole Your love, your memories your dreams Envelop me so wonderfully and then; I am filled with your you-ness. Pinning you on the pillows as I kiss you is exhilarating... I can feel you giving yourself to me Opening, letting go.... Its such a precious feeling Holding all your vulnerability in my hands I never ever want to let you or this go... You are my muse My obsession My everything-ness. I love watching you, touching, bumping into you, rubbing off on you,  talking to you, smelling you lis...

I am having a lazy evening. Just got off the shower and thinking of turning in soon after a long arduous day. It’s a dull silence because I am away for work; so none of those warm familiar sounds and motions of you in the house with me. I look out at the hotel room window staring blankly at the dim light at dusk.   Wrapped in my light kikoy, I enjoy twirling my fingers on the partly drawn lacey cream curtains. I should be conscious of the office building next door and prying eyes that may see me but I do not care. It is exhausting constantly worrying about being decent and respectable for neighbours when that is the last thing on my mind right now. Come to think of it, I feel there should be a right to be and feel indecent. Sigh. You would have laughed at that. I smile and remind myself to share that sorry attempt of humor with you when I return. As I loose the kikoy and enter the crisp sheets and duvet and imagine that it is our bed at home. ...

For many women-identifying queer-folk, finding and folding in queer spaces is so emancipating. These are spaces to finally breathe, free from constant hostile heterosexist gaze and oppressiveness. In spaces like this love is radical and nurturing and fostered deliberately to undo tightly woven misogynistic arrays – It is women loving other women as a political act. These spaces quickly become a vital life-link for so many who have are broken and battled with rejection, isolation, prejudice, violence and shaming our bodies, identities of non-normative-ness. Queer spaces especially those embracing feminist ideals are viewed as sacred, intense and revolutionary.   More importantly, these spaces are considered safe. Queer spaces morph into our chosen family, our tribe and the place we metamorphose into a validated, transformed, empowered version of ourselves. Sadly, not all queer spaces are safe. Sometimes queer spaces end up replicating the same toxic oppressions...