Truth be said, men think of sex most of the time, even while enjoying other activities.
I started writing because I needed to survive
I went into the salon with black dreads and came out with a red-wine-golden black pepper seller-looking dread.
Party was over. Curtains were drawn and I was left with Dick. Oops, 🙊 sorry…
I have refused to subject my brain, heart and mind to planning my white and traditional weddings in my head, for my mothers to come fight me on the details.
I miss hugging, holding hands, kissing… I MISS LIVING.
It’s not that I’m afraid to fall in love, I’m just afraid to fall apart