My Dirty Secret

One year doing ropes together… Exploring and getting deeper in emotions and connection.

Thank you so much Kitiza for being my model, my partner, my friend <3

Hannibal: 

Something about kitten paws?

Hush – hush now, my dear the night has come and ended. From a senseless act, blood has been shed from hate, or horror, or something I can never grasp and understand.

My heart bleeds and my eyes weep for the fallen lives on the 12th of June and for all who did nothing but fight for love and nothing more – for nothing is greater than love itself.

For love should bind and not destroy For love should heal the wounds and not kill For love should know no gender or race For love should be enough For love is love, and should stay as is.

The world is full of hatred and pain of wounds left unhealed and of hearts still scarred but hush now, my dear; you have done your part you have fought hard, and know that your battle will not go to waste – as we will fight harder.

We will not be silenced, as we make our voices louder We will not be stopped, as we march the streets with pride We will not be smothered, as the fire inside us ignites We will write until our fingers bleed; and if we die fighting this battle, then let death come at our doorsteps.

we fifty lie in silence our glassy eyes looking at a ceiling we cannot see our bodies caked in blood our hearts no longer beating

we are surrounded by noise

people are screaming

sirens are blaring

bright lights are flashing noise and light are all around us

but we fifty are silent and unmoving

we are your brothers and sisters your family and friends we are the people you see on the train on your way to work

we had families and friends jobs and hobbies we had so much potential running through our veins

but now we fifty lie silent and cold our phones ringing in our pockets

Within my bright, blue eyes is a circle of gold. This circle can be a halo, or become the flaming circles of hell. This all depends on you. Within me resides a she-wolf. I am a warrior with scars but my heart has not hardened. I have found strength within my pain. I am fierce, stealthy, observant, and loyal to my pack to the death. I give respect only when it is earned. Titles and age prove nothing to me. For my pack I will fight tooth and nail, tirelessly protecting and providing for them. Those rare few that have become my pack see another side of me. For those I love, I will sacrifice. I am a gentlewoman whose kindness knows no bounds. I forgive, but I never forget. I love my pack with my whole being, and my enemies as well. I pity no one, and give freely, expecting nothing in return. I believe in the beauty and strength of rushing water, wind whistling through the trees of a forest, and the silver moon, like a friend who may never come home. I believe in always being genuine, in taking no time for granted, for I have seen the beautiful, dancing flame of life vanish in the breeze. I will always stand tall for the weak, and work to educate the ignorant. I cherish the simple pleasures in life. Things like the beauty of the eye of a storm, the perfection of newly fallen snow, the peace of an untouched forest, the crisp air of autumn, having food in my belly and a roof over my head, a soft blanket fresh from the dryer are all precious to me. I know my worth. I am a hurricane, and it does not offend me that so few can withstand, let alone appreciate, the fire within me. I am beautiful, a hard worker, and a submissive who will one day give herself mind, body, and soul to the dominant man or woman who earns it.