Gillian Colbert's Blog, page 15

Being Brutally Honest About a Relatioinship

Reblogged from sexymasquerade:

Hilarious. If only relationships actually were this honest. So many problems could be avoided. and more sex had.

I laughed so hard this brought tears to my eyes! Hilarious!

Stealing a Post

So, I'm bored, distracted and killing time while eating Kettle Corn. As a result, you guys get to learn even more completely useless facts about me..

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1. What is your origin of your first name? What about any nicknames?

Here's some irony for you. It's from the Arabic meaning to hide. Yeah, um, irony much? I think names have tremendous power. I was very careful to find a name that my daughter could embrace. She loves her name, I'll be changing mine again one day.

2. Have you any...

A Judgement Call

Reading is subjective. We are all filtered readers. By that  I mean that we take in the information we read through the context of our lives, experiences and belief systems. As a result people can take very different meanings from the exact same words. So, it was with some degree of indifference that I submitted my fiction piece to my workshop group as part of my MFA. Everyone will have their own take on something. It was a guarantee some would like it, some would not. My hope was to hear...

Longing

Longing floods my cells

bouncing me between

heaven and hell

Longing invades my dreams

disturbing my nights

bursting my seams

Longing drenches my mind

coats my thoughts

my body responds in kind

Longing fills the air

the scent of my desire

the intensity of my self-care

Longing brings tears to my eyes

even as I fantasize

hand working between my thighs

I am overwhelmed

with longing

 

Getting Bitch Slapped

Sometimes you get slapped in the face. I'm not referring to the kind that knock out teeth. I not talking about the kind that results in a pussy full of come either. I'm talking those full-on, "your entire world view just got re-written" slapped. An "everything you thought you knew about yourself just got spun on its axis and now you're dizzy" kind of slap. That's where I'm at right now. I no longer know the woman in the mirror. She's not who I thought she was.

To go into detail about the...

On Being the Other Woman

Bella aka The Pitbull Diva

By this point, I think I've pretty well established that my Pretty Boy is my soulmate. He loves me unconditionally, cheers me when I'm down and kisses me when he doesn't kiss anyone else. Well, the truth is … he may be my soulmate, but his is Bellazina, my little Pittie Diva. So, my dear readers, we actually have a little love triangle going on where I happen to be the other woman. Lucky for me, she's willing to share him out.

Now, don't get me wrong. She is a...

A Siren Call

Dream Lover,

siren of my sleep,

I long to keep

laying in your arms

smiling at your charms

teasing out your groans

while you demand my moans

Oh, Dream Lover,

how I wish to hover

ever on the edge of wakefulness

embraced in your loving graciousness

fulfilled

Honesty vs. Truth

I was thinking today about the fact that there is a significant difference between honesty and truth. This goes back to what I was discussing about word choice in The Unintentional Mind-Fuck. These two words are regularly conflated to the point where people think they mean the same thing. This is not accurate. Something can be true while not being honest.

To my way of thinking, truth is factual. Anytime you convey the facts of a situation you are providing truth. However, you can provide...

On Betraying the Sisterhood or Being Called Baby is a Turn On

I admit it. I'm a failed feminist. You see, I figured out a long time ago that we'd only just enacted our own Animal Farm. To literary a reference? How about the scene from Red Dawn (the 1984 original not the recent travesty) where the Cuban general is talking about how he used to be the revolutionary and now he's the oppressor? Yes, I'm feeling frisky today and joking around, sue me.

Anyhoo … the point I'm trying to make is that the feminist revolution was supposed to be about equality and...

Beautiful

This is a poem I wrote over two years ago, but a comment exchange today brought it back to mind.

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Beautiful in not a word applied to  men

But, then

most  don't see the truth

Why is it uncouth

to call a man beautiful?

Are they not?

Must we always stop

at simply, "He's hot!"

Male beauty runs soul deep

It's the man who is not afraid to weep

Or, admit he's hurt

words most men would never blurt

It's the man who holds your hand

despite all his friends standing around

It's the man who...