Talk Sin

Muscle Memory

2011-07-14T06:48:00.003-04:00

This dress wasn't on one hour ago.
The breeze wicks at my damp skin.
Heart unwilling to meet measured breath
It races still;
Each second beat pulling me back.

The fresh newborn colt's unsteady gait
Hobbles each fist shackled step
Ankle etched with your unfading prints
Quiver my legs
Seduced in the wake of your grip.

Have you noticed your tie is missing?
It's still wrapped about my wrist.
Now surrounded by friends' knowing smiles
You pull a seat
With dimmed force than shown the silk knot.

Tilting my hips back in the driver's seat
To enjoy the mementos;
The sore flesh, exquisite throbbing pangs
Detonate bliss
Shudder, sighs, and draws a sly smirk.

My panties shoved in your pants pocket
Knowing you'll finger the lace
When you fish for your lighter, and pause.
A private gift
Stirs your delicious lust once more.

le Matin Printemps du Nord Sauvage

2011-05-04T01:41:00.003-04:00

or
(The Spring Morning of the Wild North)

Dense fog mutes the soprano warbler
But strings the oboe call of the loon
Soaks the bones with the chill of the nearby lake
And makes dank the promise of sunny warmth

Pale shoots drunk on the succulent air
Their verdure cloaked
They carpet the thickets
Equally bringing damp comfort to the padded footfalls
Of the fox, the rabbit and the squirrel

Drink Birch! Awake Maple!
Release the balm of your bracing vigour
To quicken the blood
And wick away winters sluggishness
And stay the glacial gusts with your gentle bouquet

Crack the icy coffin of the fallen twigs which encase the rocky shore
Release life from your deathly paralysis
Erode by running waters and the winter weakened days
Thrust into gray dawn where they draw faint breath
And the sun bides its time along the the creeping frigid thaw

Bifurcation

2010-12-30T23:35:00.001-05:00

I wonder...

Do you get off on bringing me in the loop

On knowing she doesn't know that I know

On telling your new acquisition about her, about me?

That we all know each other, but none wholly know you?

Do you get off on the fact that she waits for you at home while she believes you're working late?

I wonder...

Do you know what I suspect?

It kills you to keep me your dirty little secret.

I know you want to brag. I know you want the clout that I come with.

Would you be crushed if I didn't care who knew?

Do you get off on knowing our earlier conversation churns just beneath our public words with subtext that would make a hooker's toes curl?

I wonder...

Do you want me as badly as you claim?

How many women have been told those same words from your lips?

How many gullible legs have parted for you?

How many have believed you mean more to them than the passing orgasm?

How many have meant more to you than that?

I wonder...

Do women really fall for that?

Can you deliver on your promise?

Would it prove something to yourself to have me?

Is it to spite me? Is it to conquor me?

When my muscles grip you, and my eyes shoot wide open, and I catch your soul in your gaze

I wonder...

Regardez

2010-10-28T12:12:00.001-04:00

You eye me like you either want to

...grind my hips into you while you recline against your car over there

or

...laugh because you think I'm pathetic and silly

and

for the life of me, I can't determine which of the two it is.

The Epic

2010-07-28T14:03:00.004-04:00

My pheromone baited lure entices
Captivating throngs of frenzied hunters who have come to tame
My ferocity, my desire to devour every inch of their delicious bodies
They dare to destroy me
To make me simper, cower, and give in
Exploding the crested parapets to unlock every tension
Drawn to reach inside and stroke the trigger deep within
Releasing the chained beast, now unleashed mid gasp
To thrust upon themselves unprecedented salacity
To take me to the weightless brink
Where they mean to draw tears from my eyes
To abuse every inch of me
That length of that slippery thick obsidian crashing down
Until the strength has drained
Until I see nothingmore, I hear nothingmore
Yet, In the wake of my own destruction,
I am indestructible.

They have drank from my cup,
Now for the rest of their days, as I course through their veins,
Never again will they attain such victory
For there will be none greater
Than the saga sung of those warriors
Who hunted to conquer me.

So Fucking Primal...

2010-07-22T21:40:00.000-04:00

Nine Inch Nails sum it up fairly well...

"Closer"

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

Update: I'll have my people call your people...

2010-06-23T10:58:00.000-04:00

After years of silence, I get the message in my inbox:

"Send me your work."

He's read the rough draft years ago. So the sample of my novel is off to my agent! Wooohooo! Maybe, just maybe, he'll like it. And then hopefully, he can convince a publisher that I'm a great catch ;-)

Because Of You

2010-06-11T12:27:00.004-04:00

I'm not cheaping out - I am in the midst of a poem - yet again inspired by Library Vixen. Go check her out sometime, you won't be disappointed. But in the meantime, if you've ever read my other blog, Gemology, you know that I have DL something fierce on my mind. We have many songs that belong to us. This was the first. And I can't get it out of my head today. I must thank you Ne-Yo for penning and composing emotions I know both DL and I feel to our core. So until my next poem,enjoy the words of another poet:
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"Because Of You" - Ne-Yo (2008)

Want to, but I can’t help it
I love the way it feels,
It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real
I need it when I want it, I want it when I don’t
Tell myself I’ll stop everyday, knowin’ that I won't

I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough,
She’s the sweetest drug

Think of it every second
I can't get nothing done,
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it's no good for me
I try and try but my obsession wont let me leave

I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough,
She’s the sweetest drug

Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you

Because of you,
And it’s all because of you,
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

Revival

2010-04-19T11:15:00.002-04:00

The white pear blossoms
Signal the coming desire
Which cannot be stopped.

Soft breeze brush my lips
Tense my back as your fingers
Once trailed down my spine.

Sweet is most pungent
Once bitterness touched the tongue
Glorious flavour

Does the acrid taste
Remain? Or have honeyed drops
Since quenched your keen thirst?

I often wonder
Which induced paralysis;
Your touch, or my mind?

Memory’s embers
Fanned beneath fresh wood glow strong
And the fuel ignites

Your faint sigh finds me
Invites my return before
The white petals land.

Bookshelf

2010-02-03T08:10:00.004-05:00

You sit up there beside strangers
All in a row, some many volumes long
But you do have your niche up on dusty high
Knowing someday, I’ll reach to you
When a phrase I wish I could remember just won’t come to me
When a memory of a scene in a time was worth smiling for
My hands will envelop you
And only you

Bittersweet are the words
Caramelized by time
And I wish
Oh how I wish
That I left you
Up there on that shelf
That I didn’t gently blow
The dust from your jacket
That I kept you as I wanted
As beautiful as I needed

But refuge in those, who, within arms’ reach
Memorized lines and leafs marked with the press of my thumb
Calling upon your strange neighbours
Welcoming visit, they reach me
I have a place upon their shelves
Temporary abodes
And sometimes, they cannot help themselves
And their hands envelop me
And only me

Jamaica Days

2010-01-18T09:05:00.000-05:00

As a child, my father's friends and their families would often get together. Mostly Caribbean immigrants - from Trinidad, Guyana, Grenada, Jamaica, Barbados, they imported with them the vibe; a laid back, roots kind of tek-it-easy vibe. Specifically, it was the Rockers Rasta vibe of Jamaica.

There are days it all comes flooding back to me. It hits any time of the year, any weather, any location; the coldest of winter blizzards or the dismal cloudy days. All these factors are irrelevant. All that matters is the mood. It's the vibe. That's what brings it back.

Close your eyes (after you've read this) and imagine:

sharp primrose rays bathing everything in overexposed light
cool grassy yards or warm sandy beach
lawn chairs, picnic benches and spread blankets
summer dresses and flipflops
coconutty sunbaked soft and smooth skin
fizzy gingerbeer or white cream soda
icy cold beers and dry refreshing whiskey
eternal afternoons
family, friends, and the extended circles drawn together
belly deep laughter
dominoes and card games
peppery beef patties, spicy curry and roti
blackpudding, potato balls and achaar
ackee and saltfish, breadfruit and ground provisions
hard dough bread
drunk on the rockers swingeasy rhythm
marley, uhuru and cliff
kiddies soccer
flirting youth and hiding crushes
sneaking away for a smoke
sun-baked heat radiating from evening patio stones

These are my Jamaica days. Just one of these sensory bombs blow the vault wide open. The heat of scotch bonnet peppers. Sweet hard dough bread. Rambunctious slap of a domino. Moist cool grass between your toes. A soccer game. Mesmerizing conscious reggae. Or the most potent, the glare of bone dry sunlight. And when it hits me, I always smile. The skin of stress slips away. Muscles relax. A shot of dopamine saturates my brain. And my inexplicable Caribbean pride pervades because I'm entitled to this euphoria. West Indians understand. It's ingrained from the time you're born. We get it. The island vibe.

My parents have no idea how grateful I am for giving me those Jamaica days.

Our Song

2009-12-04T17:31:00.001-05:00

Just a cheesy little song I came up with.
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Do you remember boy,
There was a time when you and I first kissed?
And I was feeling you,
Baby, do you think of it? Is it something that you miss?
Those late night calls?
Oh how my heart falls
Without distraction
Every action
My body screaming your name.

Oh girl, my heart jumped when you walked through that door,
I tried to play it cool
But you made me weak,
And I knew that I had to have more.
Your soft lips
The shiver in your hips
What you do to a man, baby, I just can't explain it.

It was love, wasn't it?
It was what made our heads spin round,
We never crushed so hard, did we?
Not since then, and surely not til now,
Do you still dream of me?
The way I dream of you, I can feel you on my skin,
Oh baby when you pass my way, and you smile at me,
Close my eyes to go back to when it all begins.

The Binding

2009-11-06T12:10:00.000-05:00

The tangible myth, at last, before my eyes, almost profane to touch the spine.
I pull it towards me, knowing that this only copy, this very copy, has felt the same touch from your fingers.
The worn jacket belies its handling – the scuff on the bottom corner – did you do that? When you turned it against your cufflink, or your nail when you almost lost your grip?
You stood in this very spot; my feet planted in the ghost of your footprints, your wrist brushing against this exact spot on the shelf.
My breath upon each page mixes with yours.
I turn from image to image enthralled by each set of eyes and wonder if they gaze up at me just as they did to you.
What did they tell you? What did you tell them? How much power did they wield over you?
Did you seize upon the vulnerability in their parted lips? If I listen hard enough, will they whisper to me what they saw in your face?
Or will I be betrayed – have you told them I was coming?
Will you see my expression the next time you visit each page?
Are you here? Are you looking right at me without knowing who I am?
We’ve met between these pages separated by no more than a day and a night.
My perfume lingers on the cover.

The Morning Walk To Work

2009-10-20T21:10:00.000-04:00

I walk down the street
consumed by the way
without words
you devoured me
slammed me against you
exhaled as your fingers
touched the wet skin
threw back your head
as I tongued
your abdomen
As I wait for the stoplight
to change
I could almost feel
your hands on my head
pushing
to feel my lips
on that eager puppy
jumping against my breasts
Stepping through the revolving door
muscle memory twists
with the way my back arched
shoved and legs askew
roughly grasping my breasts
tongue delicately exploring
my volume and pitch
until I gush
and you lap up
every drop
On the escalator
rising above the crowds
rushing as you yank me
insides twitch
push my head down
pull my ass up
as I scream
as I scream
brain shakes in my skull
this is
this is
a higher place
wobbly legs
when I open the door.

My Baby Do

2009-09-27T21:41:00.000-04:00

I wrote this a few weeks back, so while it was relevant at the time, it still presents a beauty in expression that I would be selling short if I refused to publish it.
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When they clamp eyes on my hips
When elbows nudge their dawg
Because they see me cozy up to welcome him,
Because I throw my arms around him and lightly kiss his cheek
How he toys with me, that 'stop being naughty!' gaze
How he stiffens as I graze my ass against him when I turn to walk away
Who can see the veiled desire between us
Who else but my baby, the bachelor of the pack with the 'in'
All attempts spelling marital disaster for the rest
All fearful of my whispers into the ears of wives, but,
They want to know how I taste
They want his recantation - does my dance reflect my sex
Too many times he's heard them insist what an easy piece he'd find in me
Too few people lavished with my attention
When he is among them, the mob fantasy
When he nails me, when he makes me beg
With each message he covertly replies to me - they taunt his skills
With dares to snatch that ass, married or not
What a slam that thing could put on you
What man in their right mind would pass up pussy like that?

He doesn't corrupt good girls, the line he feeds
He won't admit his heart trumps the community cock
While I catch the pain in my baby's eye and the love in my baby's frown
While he protects me. While I long for him.

Trampified

2009-08-26T20:00:00.002-04:00

I must give thanks to Library Vixen for her post which helped me coin this term.
This poem is partially inspired by that post, my comment, and her reply. Much love, Vix!
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She opens the door on this town
From the back alleys
Overloading senses of those stumblers-by
Mesmerized by glossy lips
And laced up torso
Like none you've ever seen
Pretending not to stare
Beware the wind through her hair

Always on
Line ups to get in
Drawing a steady stream from your fingertips
Along your legs, around her hips
Lost in this overload, you implode
Stealing every downcast glance - this town won't see
Behind that washed out screen
Too busy
Too busy for the carnality

Pensive voyeurs bleach bones with joined fever
Soaring as she taps upon the board
her spinneret and spindle
Mile high patent leather
Kiss that pretty little ass
With each bounce in her step
Let her snare you

River of light running through this town
with branching tributaries to hundreds more
Which seeps with infectious hunger
plaguing the putrid loins of the chaste
As her name drips from weary tongues
fearing the powerful false placebo
The concoction in the spell of her pages
for the very sedative to save them
From this terminal affliction

Clickity click, click, clickity click
You forget the dinner on the table
When she walks by
That screen with reality
Pales when she winks
And your children go hungry in dirty clothes
Because her eyes are closed
And her lips part
There is no salvation
Outside her cum-hazy words
Outside your cum hungry fingertips

Beware that woman
For she will trampify you
Between her thighs
Sweet poison
Pumps rigor through the venal backbone
until you are nothing more
Than that viral desire
Trampified
In that trench coat
and one boot with hole in the bottom
Searching for her to click your fix
Or that letter that never comes
Unable to take pleasure
In the birthday cake
Because you can't recall
How this was ever fun
as you check once more
To see if your name
Is still on her eyelashes
The way she batted them
When her hat fell askew
When dust billowed up as she plopped that suitcase down
When you loved outside of that surge
Loading, every, last, bite,
Unload the the mass asphyxiation
To rise, alone reap each spilled drop,
Because those words were written for no one else.
Through her hair
Sweet lips ache for no one else.

When It's Over

2009-08-04T08:35:00.000-04:00

The last horn
The final drum
The sun
burning its way thorough the flesh,
And the piercing wail of the Evening Star -
Signals the first dismantling blow.

Surgical hands
Remove recognition
Dusty rubble
the only trace of what pivotal change
Lives clearly in our minds eye -
Proof to none but ourselves.

Taken apart
The collective breath inhales
Bland air
Pallor lacking the juicy heat which marks
Us - once bathed in the milk of frenzy -
Whose sweetness expires with our final breath.

Not Saying Yes

2009-07-07T07:40:00.000-04:00

Bare seconds would escape
before I would be on a chick like her,
owning it before the night was over, but I can't treat this one like all the rest.
No longer able to ignore the energy rolling off her every curve, which for so many years
I could blend into the canvas of women to be watched, to be teased, to be had.
Like abandoned chocolate on the table, foresaken
for the myriad of distracting flavours which enable abstenance.
Scatter them as you will, it always stands out in the frey.
Inciting memories heavy with the taste of it
windings its way through your senses.
And each time you take another home, close your eyes and
imagine: her.
But the hip doesn't curve in my palm the way it did when I drew her close for a hug to say hello,
and the moan isn't the throaty sort that once slipped from her lips after a long night.
My eyelids part slightly, enough to catch the curls strewn over the pillow, which are pretty,
but not hers.

She wants me. I see it when she says hello.
She lingers in that first embrace. She smiles and innocently flirts.
She want's to say more after a couple drinks but bites her tongue.
She knows me and still wants to have me, this sweet anomily I refuse to corrupt,
who deserves more than I can give, who believes I want something contrary to her offerings.
If she could only see my thoughts.
To know how many times I've lowered my hands when all I want is to draw her close,
Pretending not to see every coy smile she flashes.
Pulling us apart in those rare moments her lips have found mine.

Why not take her?
Teach her every position she has yet to learn and own her?
Satiate each and every one of our pent up desires?
Why not bring her home for the night so she can have breakfast with us all in the morning?
Make her happy? Make us a family?
This woman who should be my woman.
This love should be more than unspoken.
I should be the man she comes home to every night, but I break her forbidden heart.
I must endure her hatrid. I must ignore her advances.
I hurt her now so she doesn't hurt later.

Reject her.

Turn away before the first tear breaks.

My only love.

Resuming My Novel

2009-06-28T12:30:00.003-04:00

Years ago, I had the ear of an agent at a party for five minutes in the midst of a conversation with five people, at the end of which, he told me to send him my first chapter. And so began my arduous love affair with my novels.

He did not suggest we publish. He suggested I write my second book, learn from it through workshops with him, and then go back and rewrite my first book. This was no scam. This is the offer of a well known, sought after agent. he had a group of four to six students at any time. And I was one of them.

With my second book complete, I cannot find him. But today marks the first day of my rewrite of my first novel. It shan't take as long as my first attempt (well, at least that will hold true for the first draft). I wish he would return my attempts at contact, but ah, c'est la vie, n'est pas?

If anyone knows of a good agent (I'm not talking online, I'm talking the physical, tangible goods, something I can hold in my hand), send'em my way!

Wish me luck...

The Many Nights of Him

2009-06-10T09:30:00.000-04:00

The Player
I dress to my hiphop best from nails to hair, walk in with a strut and I see him there, mackin' that chick against the fence with a beer in one hand and leaning with the other until his boy pulls him to the side into another conversation, not caring that she walked away. As I walk across the backyard to my friends I can see them nudge him and I catch his eye and turn away before anyone could guess at the things we did to each other last night.

The Thug
His chain hangs low and I don't make no secret of checking it out the more he leans back on the hood of that car. He won't say a word when I walk by, but the tension so thick it could knock you out, the way he pulls up his jeans, the way he smirks and stares, maybe one day, but you gotta do better than that to impress me.

The GQ
I'm already sitting at the bar when he walks in, alone, adjusting his jacket collar, searching in one swift sweep for whomever it is he is there to meet, but immediately returns to my legs, maybe because of the scarlet in the sea of black, maybe it was the swing of the limb, but whatever it was, I know that I could walk over to him, regardless of his companion, and sweep his attention long enough for him to pick up my trail after I leave.

The Puppydog
He only stares because he thinks I don't notice. He latches on to the most obscure reference I made once a very long time ago to maintain conversation, but I don't help matters because I feign interest, and he seeks my interest in mundane stories from his day to day. If he only knew, those shoulders, biceps and triceps could be put to better use throwing me down rather than submitting to piteous grovelling.

The Ex
It is refreshing when they run smack dab into you after what seems like ages, for that instant of shock washing over their faces before regaining composure, not knowing how to manage the creature that sent an obvious shiver through them when our eyes met, again, until it's too late and I've walked away, suppressing a grin and putting a bounce in my step.

The Baller
There he is, having his boys flaunt the high end liquor bottles while he sips from a glass held my one of the many leggy divas flanking him. Their stillettos couldn't depress the excellerator, but they are an exhillerator, so give them credit for working hard for that spot on his arm, back, shoulder, hip and thigh. But though we came in with jeans, heels and cleavage bearing tops, our necklaces and bracelets aren't blinding and our makeup and hair don't look like we're ready for a photoshoot. Even if we did the primping tonight, who knows if he would even glance our way to invite us to his harem, and who knows if we would accept?

The Father
There he is, by the fountain, letting her get close as she chases him around the fountain before he jogs in the other direction. A bundle of energy, and she is as well. A miniature him with wavy brown hair, all giggles and smiles. And him, intending to keep her that way, even if it means turning away from me when she pulls him to run with her towards the playground.

The Son
While we have begun the night, he is not yet with us, but home, ensuring his mamma eats her dinner. Before he would be the first to start the party before the sun sank below the horizon, and he still would, but she will only ready herself for bed if she knows he's still home. There was that one time she left for a midnight walk in her nightgown, so every few hours I see him huddled over his phone in some corner, returning my smile with those increasingly creased eyelids. Dedication does take its toll.

The Island Boy
His skin the scent of sun baked coconut and a smile that drowns all worry, eyes that chase away your fatigue when they fix upon you, and though millions of people have tripped upon that velvety voice, and fallen face first, you feel like it was made just for you, and it was, if not for more than this moment, where the sudden flecks of sin in his eyes acknowledge your need to cross your legs...

The Fighter
Before you had a chance to tell the creep to buzz off, his hand leans in between you, lifts the creep up, and throws him, sliding him across the floor as though this were shuffle board. Yelling for him to stop doesn't matter, because creep crossed the line, it's out of your hands, and there is nothing you can do. But once the message has been delivered, once the boys have separated and some blood has been shed, he throws his arm around your waist and buys you a drink. Really, how long could you stay mad with him?

The Gunrunner
He don't talk much, but keeps playing with his zippo. Click-click. Click-click. Unassuming. He needn't say. Speech value appreciates with the fewer words spoken. A nod or twist of the head can ask so much more. And to some degree, I oblige, an no one questions either of us as he quits leaning as we wait and follows me a short distance away.

The Bartender
He smiles out on pretty faces every night, heard stories in every shade of sin, and poured drinks of every colour of despair, and flattered every frame of vanity. Perfecting the line from shoulder to chiseled shoulder as his knuckled fists rest on the counter top, he leans in, but only because he didn't catch my order the first time, and the smile he flashes is a quick lure for the tip.

The Cop
He's taking a statement from the distraught lady who gives more information than he's taking down, half listening while he observes the rest of us on the scene, catching the attention of his partner who is kneeling down over a spot on the asphalt, and with a grimace they return to the cruiser, glancing over between their intermittent chat.

The Blue Collar
He walks by and I watch him inspect the panel, make a call, and prod a hidden section as he waits for a response. Discussing with the manager, who looks pissed against his relaxation, knowing he is the more needed party in their exchange, unabashed, inconsequential, take it or leave it. I take the long route, passing him, wanting to be that needed party in our silent exchange.

The Husband
There he is, across from me, carrying the story of the time we did somethingerother with our dinner guests hanging on his every word, he pours them more wine as I clear the dishes, flashing an imperceptible smile my way before I disappear to magically produce dessert at the conclusion of his tale.

The Lover
Finally. In your arms. In your control. Live in my body. Shackle my soul. Own my desire. Finally. You enthrall me. Entangle me. Crushing my tranquility. Release me. Come to me and release me. Finally. Adore me. Worship me. Finally. Bliss.

The Fantasy

2009-05-21T12:51:00.005-04:00

Since it reads like a short story, here is a post (part of the group posts I'm involved with) that is an amalgamation of fantasies several past lovers have told me. I guess there's something about a brown skinned girl in a white bikini.

One boy, so completely obsessed with me, wanted to take me back to Trinidad, to his hometown, and just watch me (unawares) clad in a white bikini. All of them wanted to remove it. What the hell is it?

So of course, it has become my fantasy, since these men have fantasized about me in this way. Hell, the whole notion made me go out and buy two white bikinis! Now I want to get one in ivory...

Fantasy of the Caribbean Girl in the White Bikini

The Many Nights of Me

2009-05-10T16:22:00.000-04:00

The Shrinking Violet
Barbeque wafting through the clinging evening air all the way to the far corner of the wooden fence where I lean as I watch the girls laugh a little two emphatically at some inaudible joke. I pretend not to notice the two guys glancing over from time to time with smirks plastered across their faces until one of them decides to invade my corner, just to lean on the fence a few feet away, professing disbelief at such beauty beneath the straggly hair before my face. He even followed me when I left to grab a burger from the grill, and everyone watched as he poured my ketchup.

The Brainy Nerd
The cacophony of the last evening class emptying campus break my concentration and others sitting in the adjacent carousels. A face appears in the midst of the departing crowd that parts around him, one text, one binder, and a pen behind his ear disappearing into his dishevelled hair. He dips his head to get a better look at the calves encased in blue leggings before I pull them up under my large varsity sweater, from the drafty chill through the corridor before I return to my integrals, but my swinging ponytail betrays my preference for his complex eyes over my complex quadratics. He kneels, picking up my eraser that bounced away, and I can barely thank him before he nods, off to join his friend who has called to him from further down the hall.

The Innocent Maiden
The water chills even before the sun plunges into the ocean and covers my skin with goose bumps as I emerge, gratefully cloaking my half naked body from sight as I keep my head down in my frantic search for the chair on which my towel is draped. A billowing breezy cotton sleeve appears beside me from which, he extends to me my own towel. I take it, from where it hangs, careful not to touch his hand, and wrap it over my shoulders like a shroud to absorb the drops from my tousled locks. I turn to leave, nodding my thanks, and he still stares at me as though the towel was not there.

The Girl Next Door
Finally relaxing at the fire pit watching the marshmallow turn golden and gooey, he hands me a graham cracker as it bubbles, already layered with chocolate, he asks me to make one for him, cozying up to me, I hand him my own and he takes a bite while it’s in my hand, all sticky and gooey, and then he takes my bowed twig and makes one for me.

The Social Butterfly
It’s easy to be fashionably late when you spend time choosing the right outfit and getting the makeup just right, but it’s worth it for the right entrance, because heaven only knows who you can run into when the front door opens, and when it does, he is there, uncomfortably laughing with the host in the living room, taking a drink as someone handed it to him as they passed by, and it was only proper of me to go say hello to my dear friend and hand her the bottle of wine I brought for her party. His eyes are on my neck and follow the straps down as I lean in for air kisses with my friend, catching himself as she introduces us, and I know, a few drinks later, when I disappear to the washroom down the hall, he will follow.

The Trashy Slut
I hate it when I have to chug half a beer, but they’ve stopped serving and are taking any undrunk liquor, and I’m not going to let them get away with that! Even if I stumble a little as I slam the empty bottle on the table, I finished it and the whole place cheered me on! Just like usual. It’s a shame the night is ending so early. I’m just gonna walk home. I think my friends have left. But that guy there, in the darker jeans, he’s kinda cute, I think I’ll have him walk me home, and maybe he has cigarettes, because I don’t know where mine are, and if he’s nice enough, awe fuck it, even if he isn’t I think he’s staying with me, I think he’s smiling, and I know I’m not totally sober, but he’s gotta want it right now too. Right? Isn’t that right?

The Country Girl
A nail on the wooden fence catches the tattered strings hanging from my jean shorts when I my legs stiffen my pronounced lean, the swinging curls of my ponytail blocking his approach, I feign amazement at the chestnut mare who shimmies only feet away until he leans heavily beside me. Batting my lashes low when he tips his hat in welcome, not being from around these parts, he graciously offers to give me a proper tour and introduction, if I would so permit him. Nodding with wide eyes and an open smile, telling him to ask my cousin what time he could swing by to pick me up.

The Devoted Wife
Dishes washed, and the kids, bathed and tucked in with full bellies and sleepy eyes, sound asleep now that I’ve had the time to freshen up and find the lace panties and satin dressing coat he gave me for our anniversary. A sprits of his favourite perfume is all I needed, and yet, I hesitate before edging one bare leg through the study door. The clickity-clack of the keyboard stops before I peak in to him already leaning back in his leather chair, hands behind his head, ready for a much needed break, the first since sitting down with us to dinner.

The Ghetto Thug
Them’s so hooked! watchin my ass as I lean in to take my shot, the cue ball a little further out of reach than I would like, knowing I see them, So I flaunt it a little more and calk up, glancing back so they know it’s for them, watching them smile approval before I turn back to my game. Only after sinking the seven in the corner pocket do I see that fine thing at my side, macking every inch of me, edging me back up on that table til my heels can’t touch the ground, head dizzy from the juice and skin tingling from the chronic, but boy, you gots ta step the fuck off cause you’s messin with my shot! I’ll meet you round back - after I win this game.

The Clandestine Adulterer
Barely ten minutes had passed since the wife took the kids to her mothers when I walk through the door. He rips off my garters before we make it halfway up the stairs with uncommonly firm urgency, splaying me flat against each plank, forcing air from my lungs, I pull his body into me, his hands braced against the step above my head, and only penetration can unlock our eyes.

The Elegant Princess
The white spiral plate descends from over my right shoulder, the dots of raspberry coolie setting off the vibrant emerald on my finger as it lands beside my hand. From across the table, the magnate with the bold cuff links whom delivered an interesting take on a possible solution to the losses incurred due to the embargo, lifted his gaze to catch mine as his tongue flicked mousse off the gleaming spoon, flustering me before gathering my wits to avert my eyes lest our dining companions notice my notice of that dexterous muscle, but not before his knowing smile flushes my cheeks with searing heat.

The Strong Diva
Bypassing the line, climbing the stairs to leave the dancing masses below, having the velvet rope opened as we step into the lounge, we step inside, nods of approval from the men reclining on the couch to the bouncers who let us through and we are beckoned closer, knowing what they want, and knowing how much to resist while keeping up their interest, making them work for it a little, enjoying the endless bottle service, their attention, and the prostitution of their wallets before finding a safe out when they stumble to their feet, ready to return to their hotel.

The Power Suit
“Another late night?” she asks after emptying the trash can and replacing the disinfectant spray bottle in her trolley, throwing a cursory smile when I answer as she shuts the door behind her, leaving me in the privacy of my office until I hear the elevator chime and see the shadow flicker past the frosted glass panel. My breath taken by a smile as I watch the handle turn and tense my thighs against their sheer nylon sheaths, he returns my smile as he sheds his jacket, slipping a firm hand beneath my crisp white blouse before lifting me onto my desk, hooking one ankle over his shoulder, almost skewering his ear with my high heel, my cheek resting on the desk, noticing he has turned the latch to save us both our careers.

The Cougar
Out at a café with the girls who bore me with their chatting about marriages and divorces, too busy to notice the young thing with the tousled hair waiting on our table. He smirks at my sly glimpse, and their chipper nonsense keeps them distracted as he slips the napkin towards my tea saucer that has his writing on the underside. They don’t even question me when I slip it into my purse.

The Classy Snob
The din of the audience returning to their seats subsides as the lights lower, their intermission drink and cigarettes over with, the strings take up the melody in eerie harmonics, I barely notice the elderly lady who had the seat to my left has been replaced. I catch the musky cologne on his dinner jacket as he takes the seat, his eyes focus on the stage, where I return my attention as the players take their places. As the one ethereal note carried by the soprano lingers beyond the breath of the long silenced instruments, so do his fingers as they ascend my thigh.

The Gambler
After the final hit and without one face in my hand I slowly turn the cards down on the green felt after thoughtful deliberation and the Texan to my right folds. My brows furrow towards the centre pile before pushing half my chips in. To my left, I can see the chiseled chin tilt with my shifting cleavage, lower with the upturned corner of my scarlet smirk, forgetting it’s his turn to bet.

The Temptress
Through swaths of little black dresses, none slits higher or plunges lower than mine, haloed by rhinestones whose sparkle lures him from across the foyer until the sensuous scent from behind my neck amplifies the upward flutter of my lashes. He steps closer, hoping to cage me here with the bait of a proffered champagne flute, taking my turned back and my sashay towards the velvet roped hall as an invitation for succumbing to my enchantment.

The Thrill Seeker
The lime green helmet matches my bike and sets of my pink highlights in the stream of the high beams lining the path on this moonless night, the path will be dark, which is a good thing for me, the easy target, if they only knew a lightweight woman was beneath these leathers. Asexual long hair means little to these group of slight frames. Before I touch on the peddle, the glint in the helmet, three over from me, pulls my pupils to the right, to see the ferocious hunger of competition consume his eyes that seem to burn right through my visor and tries to match what I feel, his challenge and his invitation on the back of the winners seat in the victory lap, begging me to bring my game as he readies for the signal.

The Sensuous Whore
With the room key he pressed into my palm turning in the door, I hear the music on the other side, see him sprawled out on the bed with only his boxers on, looking every bit as scrumptious as I thought he would when I saw him earlier that night. I shed each layer of clothing slowly. He stops me at my heels, asking me to keep them on, he hands me one more drink before we get to abusing every corner of this room, noting where my pile of clothes rests so I could make a quick getaway before house cleaning knocks on his door in the morning.

....can't..... write.... ARGH!!!!!!

2009-05-07T22:40:00.000-04:00

I've been trying to write this poem based on "She" (see earlier post of same name), but MOTHERFUCKER I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT JACKASS when he did 'this' to me.

ARGH.

Toys aren't gonna help here.

Back to some poetry tomorrow. I hope.

Redirect to 'How to break the furniture'

2009-04-23T11:14:00.004-04:00

This is how I'm feeling today ;-)

What Ah Ting Is A Fete

2009-04-13T11:55:00.001-04:00

Residual heat from the bright sunny day in my bones
And the drive home from work
Hypes me up
Blasting a mix that rolls my hips
Windows down
Don't care who hears;
I'm smiling with any of those
From whose rearview dangles
red white and black
red yellow and green
blue black and yellow
For the joy my music brings.

But now
Ah ready.
Shorts and tank top
Running shoe and bandanna
Ready to sweat
Sitting by the open trunk
The ready made bar
Knock a drink, buss a laugh,
Limin' until we assemble,
Head nice, slack waist:
We reach.

Bass hits with each step
Towards the dancefloor
A bunks and a nod
To the regulars, real feters;
The winer-boys, the wuk-up gyuls,
Forget about the bar -
The soca is here.

DJ in turn table rapture
Illuminated by the washed out light of the screen,
Equipment evolves but can't compensate
For the skill
To throw the fete
From a groove
To a frenzy
With the throw of one switch.

And suddenly, not two feet between anyone
The dance ram
Smiles mouth lyrics
To favourite songs
Waists pelting
To rough riddims
The gruff singer
To the sweet sexy wine
Blending into each other
Whole night
Sweat and sweat and
A wine
That can handle me
Until the next song.

They play that chune
You know the one,
Where the whole ah people jump up
Until every crew is split
Rambunctiousness
And pleasure
In the disorder
Lose yourself
In the euphoria
Of this madness
Give your waist
To the music
Juk and jam
Grine and tremble
Until the party
Dun.

Nah tek nah worries -
There is hot corn soup
Or bake and shark
Waiting
In the parking lot.

She

2009-03-25T10:44:00.000-04:00

She wanders through the crowd of smiles, clinking glasses with everyone she sees, because everyone is someone she knows, air kisses that never make contact and half embraced hugs with glass occupied hands afford her to savour their warm bodies pulling at the fabric of her satin plunging neckline and smashing her breasts against them.

Her eyes smile back with sparkling warmth brimming up from that hungry fire, now down to the coals and needs stoking, her teeth glisten with saliva as she runs her tongue along the cutting edge, all that keeps her from gnashing at the delicious scent of the flesh just below the ear as she whispers a pseudo-response to the pre-proposition.

Neurotoxic eyes from beneath bouncing curls stun prey in that moment after withdrawal, allowing them to walk away unsuspecting of the venom already flowing, until the shimmer of violet satin catches their eye through the crowd, visual pangs hasten their fall and they hunt for that mortally euphoric gaze, sweet death, until her jeweled wrist is in their grip.

Gruff demands from the wounded are infected with a desperation that could never deliver on the potency she requires, forcing her to toss them back into the vat where they can surely try their luck elsewhere amongst the sea of various needs they swim in, she pries the atrophied claw from her arm with a delicate lowering of eyelids to shield their exposure, and a sweeping of her eyelashes to brush away the remnants, granting them the grace with which they may seek out the mediocre with whom they may chance recovery.

Only when, ferocity spent, does she feel that grip and that voice that cares nothing for her approval or her consent, those glowing coals rekindled with the hunger she walked in with, held fast, knowing this is her elixir, her cure; she accidentally falters instead of twitching against the grip of this saviour, her relaxing muscles cause that grip to slacken, to loose her altogether, enchantment dissolved and remedy now out of reach, and with a glass in one jeweled hand she smiles through the wandering crowd.

Sex Sells Holidays...

2009-03-20T08:52:00.000-04:00

Spurred from the comments in my previous post, here's a list of holidays and the sexual undertones they have.
(being Canadian, I'll stick holidays as they appear in our great nations calendar).

New Years Eve/Day: What better way to celebrate the culmination of the years events than to go out, get plastered, and start the new year with a 'bang'!

Family Day: Spend time with the family, put the kids to bed, and now with the tax break incentives, work at increasing the size of that family.

Valentines Day: Show your woman how much you love her, and hopefully, at the end of the night, she might give it up. But you know if you don't wine & dine, you ain't getting shit for a looooooooooong time.

Ash Wednesday (and the lead up): This is carnival all over the world, the few days before Lent. If you're Catholic, get as much sex as you can now, because storing up all those love juices for a month can't be healthy.

St. Patrick's Day: (see previous post) - If you pretend you're Irish, by the end of the night, somebody's gonna want to fuck you ;-)

Easter: Their mascot is the bunny. Nuff said.

Mother's Day: All the MILFs are getting it.

Victoria Day (May 2 4 Weekend): A holiday with "two-four" in the name screams drunken, wanton, springtime coming-out-of-hibernation sex.

Father's Day: Getting it even if they have to pay for it.

Canada Day: Upon the ratification of the great country's confederation, thou shall hold feasts, and thou shall call those feasts bar-be-ques, and thou shall bless the meal with barrels of barley ale, and women will honour this day with cloth of red and white plastered to their breasts, and Sir John A saw that it was good. And he was pleased.

Caribana Weekend: (my favourite time of year!)
Those who party in Toronto: dance in the streets whole day, fete all night, and in all the crazy bachannal, find some time to (as we would say in the West Indies) 'slam a ting'.
Those who chill/out of Toronto: get out of the city, go up to the cottage, and have crazy-midnight-nature sex out in the forests.

Labour Day: Weekend before school starts! If you're in highschool, it's a sendoff for the summer and your hormones are raging anyways. If you're a parent, you're just happy they're going back to school. Either way, everybody's getting some.

Thanksgiving: Turkey? Food? Family? Travel? Congregating people? Sneaking off for naughty moments while you think everyone is too busy to notice you've gone missing? Not that I've been there, but you know, it happens ;-)

Halloween: Ladies! dress up like hookers. Fellas! Go find all those ladies. Some costumes are getting stained tonight!

Remembrance Day: This day is sombre, like a funeral. People need comfort. Are you aware of the close correlation between sex and funerals? Look it up, my friend, look it up.

Christmas: Not only are people blown away by the whole virgin-birth situation (hey, if you can claim it happened on any day of the year....), but the depiction of Santa to adults is sometimes disturbingly naughty, with the chicks in hotpants trimmed in white fur sitting on his lap while he asks them if they've been naughty... oh come on, I didn't start it. Check out Billy Bob in Bad Santa. My Santa is TAME when you compare it to him!

St. Patty's Day - Any Excuse to Drink

2009-03-17T10:46:00.000-04:00

I don't get it.

We have a day of glorified drinking. Like we need a reason in Toronto.
I see beer tents set up outside the bars downtown.
Soon, the green dye for the beer will be added to the kegs.
Good luck getting into any pub after 6pm today.

Come on people, we glorify Thursdays because there's only one day of work left for the week.

Just say your drinking because:
(a) lotsa people will be in the bars tonight, on a Tuesday
(b) justifies making an ass of yourself on the dance floor
(c) justifies making an ass of yourself virtually anywhere else
(d) want to seem somewhat amused with the green beer
(e) the only time you can emulate what 'you think' Irish people are like when they drink
(f) hoping to find the easy chicks (if you're a guy) or lubricated wallet (if you're a girl) in the bar you're going to
(g) it's Tuesday

Prince: The Most Talented Musician Of Our Time...

2009-03-12T18:35:00.000-04:00

It's hard to believe he was living less than 20 minutes away from me. You'd hear of people going to the house - come on, how often do you think the man was at home in his Bridal Path mansion - but I do respect him as a musician. I am in awe of what this man can do. And he's hot.

I'm not touching his biography - it's been done many times over. I will list my favourite (hard, because I love them all) and most meaningful songs he's performed, because hell, it's my blog, and I was inspired by my post Haunting Melodies... to create a whole section dedicated to Prince, but that would have been a ridiculously long blog. Like my blogs aren't already long.

Along with each song, I want to talk a bit about how the work and the artist made a creative impact and how it inspires me as an artist. I want to be able to go back to this list and understand what the drivers are behind the way I textually interpret the emotions his works invoke.

When You Were Mine (Dirty Mind)
This is a dirty little tune! The line "You didn't have the decency to change the sheets" is raunchy. It's the release of being completely taken to the point of losing all pride to cry the dirty details of your sob story. Never having the foresight (as most lovers do) to cherish what you have, wanting what you've lost. Where most artists make slow mushy songs, he turns it upbeat, dwelling on the lust instead of the tears.

I Would Die 4 U (Purple Rain)
The few words are not complex. The message is direct. "I'm not your lover / I'm not your friend / I am something that you'll never comprehend". But the words are only as powerful as they are because of the music. It sends shivers up your chest, his vocals are so delicate. Selflessness, but more a message between an angel and a mortal. This fits with the transition in the movie - the realization before the explosion of joy.

Baby I'm A Star (Purple Rain)
Immediately following I Would Die 4 U in the movie, it definitely contrasts in message. "But honey I know, ain't nothing wrong with Ur ears" and "take a picture sweetie / I ain't got time 2 waste" is cocky! And when his vocals hit the flat in "Might not know it now/Baby, but I R" gets under your skin. He's got the crowd by the balls. This is the puppetmaster anthem. Granted, it's a little obvious, but it could have been done obviously and poorly, so the fact that all elements integrate to make this a diva-song gives it the power behind the obvious message, instead of the message itself. Kind of like 'I'm saying it AND I'm backing it up, bitch.'

Purple Rain (Purple Rain)
Forget about the general hype over this song. I went to a concert in 1991 and this was (of course) the encore, and the latent energy in the crowd builds until that guitar explodes in a tortured wail that only Prince can make it do. They result in the lighters, the crowd chanting "wooo-hooo ooo ooo!" and people literally in tears (I kid you not), the song generated this euphoria.

Under The Cherry Moon (Parade)
This is my modern moonlight sonata. The piano was never tickled so lovely as in this song. I know, it sounds blasphemous, but it's both jazzy, funky, soulful, and if you close your eyes, you can feel the piano and vocals luring you to follow every note, and when it takes you there, plays with you, because it knows exactly where you are and that it has you in its rapture. This song is musical foreplay! Haha, it's true, this is the step-beyond-seduction - the tease before, well, before the fulfillment or the yearning.

Mountains (Parade)
It's the hat! lol. Check out the video and you'll know what I'm talking about. The chorus that I enjoy. Almost like a gospel - a plea for faith.

Starfish and Coffee (Sign o' The Times)
The quirky Cynthia Rose, I guess sometimes I felt like I could relate to her. And the breakfast list, well, it's just catchy. It's a feel good for nothing but being alive type of song. It doesn't inundate you with metaphores, the intrigue is in its simplicity.

If I Was Your Girlfriend (Sign o' The Times)
This one song captures Prince's early style. The synthesizer clinches it, and the signature hubris in his vocals while he's questioning her makes the song sexy. Unlike 'When You Were Mine', the pathetic-helpless-infatuation does not match the attempting seduction of the music.

I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man (Sign o' The Times)
Now the hubris in this chorus vocals are SICK! It makes the song, it emphasises the girl's despiration. "Baby, don't waist your time / I know, what's on your mind..." The play on the major (3rd? 5th? - I'm a little rusty) - the juxtaposition highlights our passing acceptance of these pitiful stories - there a dime a dozen (what does that mean, anyways?) and we see it happen so often, but life goes on, and 'you're just a passing face in the story of my life - good for fun, but nothing more' - is the message we don't want to admit, but the message we all give at some point in our life.

Adore (Sign o' The Times)
The buttery voice hanging on that note, the honey dripping horns, this is infatuation and love at it's height. The iconic line, "...love's too weak to define / just what you mean to me" really blows you away. Every line follows with that same power. HE makes sure you hear what he's saying - He growls it at you - and "my body was next" "I ain't fuckin just 4 kicks" - growls that shit right at you so you make no mistake how crucial this is! There is the whole sequence of how he falls, going through all the thoughts of his emotions translated... he hits that high towards the end of the song... it's love mixed with lust. It's caring on all levels. The one cute line, "Well maybe not the ride..." :-) adds the little bit of coy Prince we're used to. It's drippingly, sappily sweet. Even if we know it's not true, who wouldn't love this cruned in our ear by the man (or woman) of our dreams?

Trust (Batman)
Of all the songs that Prince says the word 'sex' - there is none that makes me want to jump someone's bones more that the one time he says it in this song. I never understood why. Maybe it's the soft melody and fast succession of notes that finally hook on the words... trust/love/hot/close/trust/money/come/sex/trust at the beginning of every other line. It peaks. He's asking for trust in such a naughty voice, singing about trust with love, but getting hot and then the tease: "Sex - it's not that type of party" - REALLY? WTF, because you're voice is practically aching for it! Basically, the singer is not to be trusted. This is the snake, asking for one thing, intending the other, but if you listen to the words, he never really promises anything than wanting you and wanting to do stuff to you.

Batdance (Batman)
The beauty in this song is the engineering more than it is the song itself. You can even see how much he alludes to it in the video - how often do you see Prince as the orchestrater (although he almost always is) and not the centre of the show? He has taken sound clips from the movie, his own sounds, three distinct sections of music, and woven them together to create a story of the underlying threads of the good/evil struggle. This song really comes out well through the video, and I appreciate the way it becomes a synopsis of the movie through sound. As a side note, for whatever reason, this is the video I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE with Prince. He looks so deviously yummy in this video. I think his hair was the best ever in this video. His mischevious way he looks up at the camera when he asks about the 7" (heheheh) could drop panties. I'm just sayin. And I was in Grade 7 when the song came out! Damn. I need to take a break and go look at him again.

Elephants & Flowers (Graffiti Bridge)
The Graffiti Bridge album is hands down sex. It's dripping sex. Maybe it's the funk. It's heavy on the funk, soul, r&b, all the good, hearty, grimy that you gotta dig down deep for. 'Elephants & Flowers' may be the least sexual of songs on the album, but innocent little Tevin Campbell pops his cherry on this one, so it seems, they introduce him into the performers world. "Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night / He's looking 4 an angel to hold him 'til the morning light / Here we go..." The stripping down is really removing any illusions or preconceptions and accepting the truth, to be saved and to be lifted. It sounds sexual, but is more spiritual, emphasised by the gospel like call of the choir. If Prince ever had a self discovery / coming of age song, this is it.

The Question of U (Graffiti Bridge)
I've always wanted to choreograph a dance to this song. I can see it perfectly in my head... a single dancer, tights, a veil from arm to arm. The pole dancing he does on stage is a bit much for a dancer, but it could work for a stripper, lol. This is the only song a harpsichord can sound sexy - at the end, it's quick eighth notes could allow for some interesting work. The offbeat clap - deepens the sensual anticipation, and, of course, his guitar, it gives the answer to the question. It's all bluesy and demanding "What do I look 4, what shall I do? / Which way do I turn when I'm feeling lost?" - Look for me, turn to me, it says. "If I sell my soul, now what will it cost?" Who cares, I said come to me! it says. "Must I become naked? No image at all?" - Whatever it takes baby, it says. "Shall I remain upright? Or get down and crawl?" Get the fuck over here! it says... He gives that guitar a voice, and then both fade into that harpsichord run. Genius.

We Can Funk (Graffiti Bridge)
George Clinton, Prince, Rosie Gains, WHAAAT! The bass is durrrrty. I want to comment on every single little line... ooooh! "I could tell u stories 'til u get tired / I could play with your mind" it's the coy tease. When he innocently sings "I'm scared....." ugh! I wanna eat him up. And the whispered lines "every time I could.../ /...we should make the real noise, just u and me" creates this invasion of space, the proximity is breached, and the moaning, both underlying throughout the track, and at the bridge, the trademark Prince scream, the dare at the end "blow out that candle/We'll see if it's true" all sexy-sexy Prince. Then the note changes within each word in "I could tell u things 2 get u excited, things u never heard / Oh, U know the Kama Sutra? I could re-write it with half as many words" is the musical equivalent of the physical skin-on-skin too-late-to-turn-back aching-for-it moment. The song IS the penetration (sorry to be blunt), but it's fuckin hot.

Joy In Repetition (Graffiti Bridge)
Musical Orgasm.
It literally picks up where 'We Can Funk' leaves off. It makes your toes curl. It shoots up through you. It involuntarily pulses your insides. The "little bit behind the beat / I mean, just enough 2 turn U on" is slightly behind the beat itself, as is the "love me" he says the woman sings, all askew like the way it jumps through you. This is sex; the rhythm, the changes in position, the screaming guitar, the bass kisses barely audible, all leave you breathless.
I dare you, I FUCKIN DARE YOU, turn off the lights, lie down, listen to this song and tell me it doesn't get you wet! Ha, okay, if you're a girl. I don't know what men would think about this song. I'm gunna solicit opinions - but for women, this is the throw-me-agaist-the-brick-wall-in-the-ally-and-make-me-scream-until-I-go-limp song. It is what it is :P

Love Machine (Graffiti Bridge)
Sexy, yes, but straightforward, sexpot, stripper-esque tune. I know, he's not in it, but hey, its on his album, and the girl sounds hot.

Thieves In The Temple (Graffiti Bridge)
Again, another video where he looks completely seductive, ponytailed, black gloves, even with his ass-cut-out-chaps with nothing on underneath, heals and tiny little waist - the man is hopelessly sexy. The dancing is on point. The bit with the harmonica (even though it's not), we get the mood. It hints at, and I have no other way to put this, but 'honest betrayal'. The despair, the plea, the pain, the loneliness. There can't be any anger, because there's no commitment, but their is plenty pain and despair, but like all other tracks on this album, it manages to do it in a sexy way. There's a confidence to it. Kind of like 'I can have someone else, but I want you.'

Thunder (Diamonds And Pearls)
Where orgasm is the ultimate salvation! The lyrics are nice, but it's the chorus, when played on the right system, really reverberates, just like thunder. And when you hear his moaning, between the thunderous "Thunder", it creates that rhythm (come on, you either know it or you don't). It uses each instrument, each voice, the pitch, to mimic a complete and thorough sexual descovery of ones self via an 'experienced' other. That's just it - discovery.

Cream (Diamonds And Pearls)
"Ur filthy cute and baby U know it" - the diva, feminine power of this song, his two dancers pretty much running him, letting them run things, the 'cream does rise' - it's on top, it's the best, the most tasty, the most refined of the lot. Of course, with a little encouragement from Prince. It still reigns as the sexy-lady-with-power-rules-the-man-and-the-world. That's what this song is to me.

Gett Off (Diamonds And Pearls) / Violet The Organ Grinder (The B Side)
I actually tried to count 23 positions in a one night stand, and that's damn impressive! It's less about the words and more about how he sings them. Anyone can tell you to get off, but when Prince does it, it's more of a dare, a tease, the voice twines with the music so well, that it can be as cheesy (come on, the chorus of Violet the Organ Grinder is cheese!) but the sound is grimey-dirty! It makes the music that makes the song. Same underlying beat, same screech, same flute, same throbbing bass, but the vocals change the whole song, 'Gett Off' is meant to seduce, "let me show you baby, I'm a talented boy" and the fantasy with the mirrored box are all part of the 'naughty-naughty!' factor. 'Violet The Organ Grinder' is raunchy - there is no seduction, it's puts all cards on the table and (in not so many words) says 'I'm obsessed with your 'organ'' ;-) One verges on the precipice of the taboo, the other fell over the edge a long time ago and is completely immersed in the taboo until it has become commonplace. It's interesting that these subtle differences connote two completely different messages.

Insatiable (Diamonds And Pearls)
This sounds like a typical wedding song, but with these lyrics I have never been at a wedding where you could play this! Ah, could you imagine? Janet Jackson tried to capitalize on this technique in her album 'janet.' - but no one can do it quite like Prince does. "2 night we video / no one will ever know / we'll erase the naughty bits / I'll show my... / If you show your..." and "Even if I wasn't thirsty / I would drink every drop" are explicit but clearly spoken, not hidden in run-on train of eighth notes - they meld with the instruments, which in turn serve as their camouflage. The drums hearken back to the his music from the early eighties, the keyboard, guitar, harp, and other supporting instruments lend modernity , giving us the familiar rhythm of the slow-jam and the smooth melody you could hold someone and groove to. This is the steamy little secret disguised in plain sight.

Love 2 the 9s (0(+>)
Soothing, but this is where the increadible lyricist that he is shines through (and it's right alongside generic lyrics like "Dance girl - lemme see that booty boom!") That he can fit the two in the same song and have it work says something.
"Yo, check this out / Would u hug me on a crowded street? / Could u keep your cool if I washed your feet? / Ur soul a bath / What if I gave it, your body I ask / How long would u save it? / Could u lie down on a bed of thorns / While I drink your ocean dry? / And if we said we loved each other / Instead of smilin', would u cry? / Could u kiss 3 times with your dress upside / Downstroked and laughin' / Would u stay awake 4 4teen hours / Listenin' 2 the grass grow? / I ask thee would u, could u, / Would u love me 2 the 9's (I'll love u 2 the 9's) / Would u, could u, / Will u love me for all time? (I'll love u 4 all time)"

The Continental (0(+>)
This is a funky, powerful, in your face, I'm-tha-shit song from the gruff "aight cut" beginning before the music kicks in. There is nothing forgiving here, no maybes, this is taking control and owning it, knowing you can handle your shit. "Whatever u want 2 do / I'll make it happen fast" - it's the turn on by having the alpha male (or female) set their sights on you. "Why settle 4 a star when u can have the sun? / C'mon let me do u like u want 2 be done." How it's 'supposed' to be done, he says. More than that, it's also stating 'you're what I want' it's temporal, there is no mention of past and future, it's in the present, and the music reflects it. The pace is 4/4 (I believe) with minor variation in note length, the key is major, the tone is unchanging and unbroken, and the range is not greater than a couple octaves. All reflections of the moment. When he breaks it down "Baby, how u wanna how u wanna be done / Just say the word and we can start from number 1 / And go the distance baby, until u tell me stop / I'll lose myself inside u till u get all I got..." maintains all the elements above, and continues the aggressive delivery, even though the sound has moved from rough to sweet. I love this track, because it's kind of like me. I'm cocky like that!

7 (0(+>)
That cymbal clink, then the clapping, just under the vocal chant of the chorus to begin the whole song has conviction that anything could follow on it's wings and you would believe it, but it carries through. When the music kicks in, it is carried by the strength of the vocals. This is the portrayal of the believer. There are no doubts here. This is beyond faith - this is blind fanaticism. The echo captures the largeness (similar to singing in a cathedral) and the song feels like a religious experience, though not associated to any particular religion. It is then a spiritual experience.

Pheromone (Come)
"This is crazy..." the throaty claim, the underlying croaky instrument in the rhythm (what is that anyways?) calls to that thing in the pit of you that jumps when you feel the pangs of lust. Okay, maybe a tad dramatic, but this song is just that. There are no harsh breaks, all transitions are fluid, like water, like the waves of lust. See? See where I'm going? It follows the body's natural path as it succumbs to infatuation - There are almost no external forces, it flows to the body's rhythm. If you listen closely, you could hear the bass drum like a heartbeat. The tension is just enough as is naturally felt as in the lines "I wanna save her (save her) / I want 2 watch (watch) / all my vital signs go up a couple of notches..." and "her eyes are closed but there's no penetration..." the rhythm never stops, and the melody change is very slight. This undulating flow never ends through the whole song, mimicking the body under the rush of, well, pheromones, which is ultimately rhythmic, isn't it?

Jam Of The Year (Emancipation)
Emancipation has to be one of the smoothest collections Prince has released, and Jam Of The Year is so swingin, it's fun, the jazzy horns and piano are soothing. "The DJ's on point..." but come on, this is the track you're playing, so really, it's this track that's on point. The bridge takes it low, and it really does feel like you're in the middle of a jam session. This is really all absolute chill.

Get Yo Groove On (Emancipation)
Similar to 'Jam of the Year', but the horns are the instigator here, and where the other is the song when you get to that place where the event is in full swing, this song is the precursor, it's the song to get you into the mood for the night. The sax swings your hips for you.

Sleep Around (Emancipation)
"Maybe U recall last summer / When U saw her ridin' in my car / A kiss or 2 later she was back in your bed / Smellin' like a fallen star / Just because she's fine / U think she don't wine & dine with everyone U know / Oh, long as U're fooled, I'm cool / She says she gonna put me in a video." If that verse isn't the DAMN! factor, then the flirty swagger of the sax (which can so often sound jazzy-trashy, but never so in a Prince song) has you picturing her legs swinging out of the car, sashaying down the sidewalk from the start of the song all the way through your mind. Hell, I'm feeling this, and I'm a woman! When he breaks it down in the middle of the song, each line "do it like she like..." on the off-beat, it cuts the breath and heightens the excitement. It's sinful and honest. How could I not love this song?

The Greatest Romance Ever Sold (Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic)
With a line like "Ur body was designed / 2 respond 2 mine" and "can U tell me the reason / Adam never left Eve" mark the depth of emotion in the poetics he's acclaimed for. It is genuinely a sweet song, sans the innuendo, which made it so popular. I always felt this was from the heart to his wife, with whom he parted ways with shortly after the release, and makes it almost a tragic song.

The Sun, the Moon and Stars (Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic)
Mellow, feel better about yourself song. There are several songs he has similar to this, but this is one that makes me feel particularly warm and fuzzy, so it deserves some mention.

Baby Knows (Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic)
This is the rocker in Prince. And Sheryl Crow really sounds incredible with him! It's just brings out the rocker in you, not the metal thrash kind, but real rock-n-roll. It's in how he belts out the chorus: "(Baby knows) - She got the long dark legs / (Baby knows) - She got the butt that go round / (Baby knows) - This kind of poochie make u beg / (Baby knows) - Turn a dog, into a hound." And he looks badass when he's singin it.

Symbolism of Gemstones

2009-03-03T18:28:00.000-05:00

Thinking of my sister-blog title (Gemology), and recently taken by the beauty of a little bling, I wanted to write a little about the power some stones have over me. The 'symbolism' line is what I feel about these stones without any factual basis - if I were to use them in my writing, these would be what they would represent.

Amber
Colour: Warm Golden Yellow-Orange
Composition: Organic - Fossilized Pine Sap
Symbolism: Primordial, the ancient, preservation. The key to answering old questions. Hope.

Amethyst
Colour: Purple to Violet
Composition: Quartz
Symbolism: Regal (due to colour), but more importantly, passion, lust, association with the carnal, the sinful, and the taboo.

Bloodstone
Colour: Green with Red flecks
Composition: Jasper (green) and Iron Oxide (red)
Symbolism: Medieval warriors, magic, transformations and regeneration.

Diamond
Colour: Absolutely Clear and brilliant when hit with light
Composition: Carbon
Symbolism: Mental focus and emotional clarity, the truth, stalwart rational prudence.

Emerald
Colour: Rich and Bright Green
Composition: Beryl (with traces of chromium and vanadium)
Symbolism: The devilish and evil emotions, the dark side, all fiendishness we try to suppress.

Jade
Colour: Opaque Milky Winter Green to Strikingly Vibrant Emerald
Composition: Jadeite
Symbolism: Wealth and the power that goes along with it. More hereditary wealth than new money. Wealth and power derived from age-old practices and upholding the morals and beliefs that helped to create that wealth.

Lapis-Lazuli
Colour: Deep Blue with turquoise swirls (sometimes pale blue)
Composition: aluminum, calcium, sulfur, silicon and Sodium with flecks of pyrite crystals
Symbolism: The eternal, the heavens, the greater universe that is beyond our understanding. More than otherworldly, this is the celestial which is divine.

Moonstone
Colour: Translucent Milky white with iridescent glow of blues and pinks
Composition: Silicate
Symbolism: I can't help but think of Artemis. This is the fierce untamed energy of the woman. The power of the feminine. The delicate beauty and the intense fire within. The unfamiliar which elicits awe and fear.

Onyx
Colour: Opaque Shiny Black
Composition: Chalcedony Quartz
Symbolism: The curtain. Veiled intentions. The deception, the prestige, the cloak which hides either dagger, empty hand, or extended fortune. Simply hiding what is real, whether it be good or bad.

Opal
Colour: Opaque White with iridescent glimmering blue, green, yellow, pink
Composition: Gelled Silica
Symbolism: Fate. The delicate balance of fortune. The inevitable and ultimate destruction. When the opal breaks, the pact is undone. This high price of this beauteous stone is insurmountable. It takes a determined and driven nature to protect it, and the careless and brash be subjected to having it crack.

Pearl
Colour: Opaque gleaming ivory
Composition: Organic - Concentric Layers of Nacre over a Foreign Object in a Mollusk
Symbolism: Purity. Perfection. Uncorrupted born from corruption. a sociological ideal.

Ruby
Colour: Scarlet to Blood Red
Composition: Corundum (with Aluminium Oxide and Chromium)
Symbolism: Desire. Yearning. A passion that is not exclusively carnal, in fact, a passion for things that are explicitly not carnal.

Sapphire
Colour: Royal Blue
Composition: Corundum (with Iron and Titanium)
Symbolism: Eternal power. Divinity.

Serpentine
Colour: Pale (whites, yellows and reds) to dark (greens, browns) resembling a serpents skin
Composition: Magnesium silicate with trace ferrous iron and nickel.
Symbolism: Sage-like knowledge, wisdom passed down for generations. The key to understanding whatever it is being searched for.

Tiger's Eye
Colour: Striped Shades of Brown, Amber and Pale Gold
Composition: Silicate
Symbolism: Excessive talent. This is a combination of the mental and the physical. The blind musician who can play perfectly at first try by ear, or the undefeated martial artist. These are the exceptional in their field who are far better than their counterparts who have trained with the same intensity over the same duration as they have. They just happen to be the best.

Topaz
Colour: Clear/blue/yellows/pinks
Composition: Aluminum fluorosilicate Aluminum silicate with fluorine and hydroxyl
Symbolism: The transmutable, the chameleon, the observer who can absorb and adapt accordingly. Indicates incredible degrees of concentration.

Turquoise
Colour: Pale Blue (with or without dark veins)
Composition: Aluminum and Copper
Symbolism: Fluidity. Adaptability. The idea of earthly journeys, of choice, of paths, of the movement (be it physical or otherwise) away from something and towards another.

Haunting Melodies...

2009-02-12T18:34:00.000-05:00

Some songs evoke ridiculously strong memories/emotions from me. Music is such a strong part of my life. Every time I listen to a song, I feel something, whether it be positive, negative, or neutral. Some songs literally nauseate me, some want to make me cry, some songs just make me pigeon-hole them into 'oh, I'd probably hear this at...", some want to make me dance, and others others lift my spirits.

Though I can't list everything, here are the most vibrant of the lot.

THE GOOD:

Tumne Mujhe Dekha - Teesri Manzil
Dil Dekhe Dekho - Dil Dekhe Dekho
Kabhi Kabhie - Kabhi Kabhie
Reminds me of my father. He used to pick me up, dance with me and sing "Tumne Mujhe Dekha" and "Dil Dekhe Dekho" to me when I was little. And Whenever we are at parties, we waltz to "Kabhi Kabhie" together - he dances so well to this, it makes everyone stop and watch us. We danced to this at my wedding, and some of my cousins/aunts actually did cry. It was the only time during the whole weekend I almost cracked.

Love Is All I Have To Give - Jimmy Cliff
When we used to go to my dad's friends houses in the summer when we were little kids, they would have barbeques in the backyard, the adults would be drinking, the kids would be playing, and old reggae would be playing. This is the one song that always reminds me of that.

Relax - Johnny Goes To Hollywood
The Reflex - Duran Duran
People Are People - Tears For Fears
My House - Mary Jane Girls
The Eighties, when I was about 10yrs old, my cousins would get together, and the older ones would dance, and we would try to dance just like them.

Kahe De Mana - Unknown
Young and just getting into my culture, big family parties, 100-200 deep, would be dancing and drinking, the chutney music would come on, and everyone would dance. The harmonium in this song is incredibly nostalgic for me. I'm still searching for this song. Runners up: "Chaadar Beechaow Baalma / Gungo Roo / Benji Darling / Um ba yo" - All by Babla and Kanchan

You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi
Every Rose Has it's Thorn - Poison
Singing these songs, kareoke with the old crew, screaming it with my cousins from the balcony in a Mexican hotel.

Cabin Stabbin - Super Cat, Nikodemus, Junior Demus
My theme song for junior high. This was the wickedest reggae chune - I killed this song on my cassette player in at least two cars. One guy wanted to borrow the tape, and I held his gold ring as collateral. He never gave back the tape, so I never gave back his ring (Also, 'Pirates' and 'Butterflies' both by Shabba, Cocoa Tea & Home T' were grade 7 themes, when everyone was settling into their cliques, played at all the parties).

Paid In Full - EPMD
This song, for me, was the height of hiphop greatness at its time. Reminds me of various parties, hanging out at school, after school, at the mall - it was an all encompassing song for that age.

Boomin System - LL Cool J
This was such a sick song, back when hip hop was fresh, new and innovative, beats were original, samples were more than ten years old, and lyrics had more substance than power, money, and bitches. This song, on my 12" band pass box in my trunk, WHAAAAT! And... I still know all the words!

Juice (Know The Ledge) - Eric B & Rakim
The epitome of what hiphip was and should be. Eric B & Rakim created some of the best music. The same titled movie came out in 1992 - grade 9 - and every track on this album was powerful. Only the second movie of its kind to hit it big (first being New Jack City, also, a wicked soundtrack but heavier in the R&B), This title track was so full of adrenaline, dance crews tore it up, and it was just automatically the theme song of that school year. While radio stations wouldn't play the soundtrack, it was killed in every car, every walkman, every stereo system you could get your hands on. All that, and Tupac didn't even lay down one track.

Moments In Love - Art of Noise
Used in remixes, mix tapes, and for some reason, was good enough to get squeamish high school kids slow dancing. It's that song that brought high school crushes to a next level.

Cannon In D - Pacchebel
Brandenburg Concertos - Bach
Carmen (the score) - Bizet's Opera
All songs that take me back to my orchestral days. We were good. I was first desk, lead second violin, with about anywhere from nine to eleven violins under me. That put me dead centre of the orchestra, and when all that music comes in towards you, percussion, strings, winds, it was not only exhillerating, it was perfection. The music sent currents through you, like mild voltage, it made you feel it's power, and when the bass and cellos created suspense, the chords came in and twisted your gut for you, when the violas carried a harmony rising up to a perfect fifth, it massages your shoulders, and when the violins told you to cry, you better damn well cry!

Choli Ke Peche - Khal Nayak
One of the first songs I choreographed with a large group... also danced to this for my cousin's wedding.That video exists somewhere...

You're All I Need - Method Man & Mary J Blige
Every girl tried to pull the style Mary came off with in this video. Guys loved this song. One guy played this repeatedly on my voice messaging on my pager, lol. But what it reminds me of is rolling with the boys to the local spots in the neighbourhood, pool halls, running missions, being young and doing ghetto-ass, thug-bitch nonsense with my friends. And yes. I rocked the baggy jean shirt, the gold hoops, the low hat and that dark & shiny lipstick ;-)

Scorpion Gyal - Sundar Popo
WHAAAAAT - big chune! Scorpion is one of my nicknames. And this song is too funny. "A scorpion sting meh / I feelin I go dead / Dahlin if yuh love me / Come lie down in me bed" - Lyrics! lol. Come on, this is jokes. But it is definately the perfect combination of horns, drums and dhantal for chutney music. This was one of my entrance songs at my wedding. Every time it comes on, my friends all look my way, lol, because they know I dance extra to this song.

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams
At the end of high school, one of the crews I used to hang with all got together at the pool hall, drinking beer, shooting pool, this song came on, and I zoned out, knowing that it was all over, and we would never all hang out like this again. And it was true - we didn't. Post-high school corrupted everyone, lol.

Too Close - Next
Windsor Sports Weekend, 1st year university, when we piled into a van, crammed into a hotel room and partied the whole weekend long.

My Love Is The Shhh.... - Something For The People
Great call and response song - more than female vs male, it's a throwdown of 'skillz' lol. You could have this playing in the club and just look at somebody to start the game - this song speaks volumes, because it's sexy, and that beat was key in the transition period where R&B began morphing into a whole other style.

Sunshine - Junior Kelly
Living Up - Sanchez
If Jah - Tony Rebel
Bush coolies. 20 deep. camping. A weekend of bare cooking, drinking, and sess for daaaays. Little teenage girls coming to check the guys, the boys cooking, us playing football, volleyball (I now know I can't play this when high), dominoes, sitting around the fire, roasting marshmallows, and did I say drinking? That crew don't exist no more. But it was fun while it lasted. Bare rasta, consciousness whole time. So many more chunes played, but these three will always remind me of those trips.

Kitty Cat - Square One
If my friend TS is reading this right now, FINE - you finally know the song!
A friend of mine is in this group, wrote the song, because one of my nicknames is 'kat/cat' (put an accent on it), and this was just a fun song he came up with. There may be no story behind it, but this may be the case...? lol:
my boyfriend thought there was something more between myself and my singer-friend in Square One (there was not). But my friend found his jealousy amusing and it spurred my singer-friend on to write this song... "Somebody pussy cat, get away and it causing havoc / Somebody pussy cat, get away and it running amuck / Somebody pussy cat, get away and it behaving bad / Somebody pussy cat, get away and it driven dem mad..." I have to admit, my boyfriend and I were on shaky ground (he was a lying cheating dog), so this song was nice revenge.

Hotel - R Kelly ft. Cassidy
My georgeous Shamaar Moore look-alike. Midnight. A massively huge hotel north of the city. Except this was 'til sev'n in the mornin ;-) Nuff said.

21 Questions - 50 Cent
Enjoying the single life, this song reminds me of a time in the clubs, and CM, who was fun times, and loved to use 50's lyrics. Only boy to have written me a poem. At the height of my 'single-dom'.

One More Time - Armand Van Helden
New years in Montreal - revolving club in the tallest building. Hit on by guys and girls, for some reason. It just felt like a new phase in my life, and it was.

Obsecion - Aventura
Our song. We danced the bachatta to this as our wedding song. The lyrics are so wrong, but at the time, it was perfect, because nothing could come between us. I guess I temped fate and jinxed us. But no matter what, it's still our song, and I love it.

Kya Hua - Hum Kisise Kum Naheen
About 30-40 of us in a club (see post on Robin's Birthday), take it almost over, and when going out into the freezing cold for a cigarette, everyone started singing this old Hindi tune, but substituting the words for "Kya Hua / Where's my Ganja?" Where Kya Hua means 'What happened' - nothing like getting a large group taken up in drunken singing...

Because of You - Ne-Yo
So when my baby, my boo, the love of my life, DL and I started talking, he used to play this song, constantly, and he used to tell me this is how he felt, and it was also how I felt. It's so wrong, you know you should stop, but you can't, because something hooks you and you keep going back. It's a wicked song to dance to. It's catchy. I love it. And when it came on in a little rum-shop, everyone was dancing, my girl G__ was sitting on a chair, and I swear, I was missing him/wanting him 'so' much, and she was laughing, because she knew this was 'our' song, and having no outlet, I have her one hell of a lap dance. I've never seen so many eyes pounce all at once before! Hahahahaha, it was naughty and it was fun. But above all, I play this song, and it makes me think of DL.

THE BAD:

Ohm Shanti Ohm - Karz
Someone turned off the lights when I was in the shower (and too young to reach the light switch) and I had just seen a commercial for the movie 'Psycho', this song was playing, we had guests over, and I could hear them chatting and laughing in the living room, while this song was playing. Nice old tune, but baaaaad memory.

Criminal Mind - Gowan
The song that made me pull my feet up onto the couch and cringe under the covers. The video was violently disturbing to me. The gurney scene is what gave me nightmares. The plaster over his face made me think of mushed up rice, and for months I refused to eat any rice, to the chagrin of my West Indian family.

Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard - Paul Simon
My sister used to sing the title line of this song just to annoy the hell out of me, because for some reason, Paul Simon has a caribbean inflection, and my sister found this hilarious.

Don't Give Up - Peter Gabriel & Kate Bush
Another song my sister used to sing. This was a blasted annoying video, and it used to come on right before Arsenio Hall would start, and this big-ass moon and the couple hugging up, wtf were they not giving up on, they're RIGHT IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER. Sheeeeeet.

Bang Bang - Old House - Unknown Artist
This is such a dirty, old perv, molester, ugh, I can't even talk about it, the song is just creepy and disgusting.

Love Like This - Faith Evans fat man scoop remix
I like Faith's original song, I do, it was quite iconic, First Lady and all that, the album was great, and I think, underrated. Of course, the song lives on in the sewage that is Fat Man Scoop's club Remix - you know the one, they play it in all the mainstream clubs, where all the teenyboppers jump up and down like crazy, letting everyone know they have long hair, scream because they have short hair, or they're single, or apparently, the DJ is really interested in knowing their zodiac sign, but heaven forbid they stay quiet, because that would make them a chicken head. And the destruction of a great hiphop verse 'engine engine number nine...' - Black Sheep should be suing for defamation. And yet, they eat up this played-out-lazy-dj-prepackaged-mix. I loathe this song. I refuse to dance when it comes on. I wipe out those minutes in the club as though they never existed.

THE 'BLOW MY MIND' AMAZING:

6 Minutes of Pleasure - LL Cool J
K, another song for seduction, and which girl back then didn't love L.L.? One of those songs a guy would play when making out. A very underrated song. And yeah, Chris (see post 'About Chris, About Love, About Life, About Lust') played this song ;-) But it reminds me more of the junior high parties we all went to more than it reminds me of him.

Fix - Blackstreet
My best-friend-turned-boyfriend in late high school, OC, - this is one of the songs that (I think) was playing constantly in his car. Partially responsible for us pushing the 'friend' boundary. Damn sexy song. They can make a dare go way too far, lol.

Alone - Jodeci
This song makes 'Fix' (see above) look like a nursery rhyme. Never before has there been an R&B song dripping of sex like this one. A girl could get pregnant just by listening to this song. This song just reminds me of sex. how could it not make this list? lol.

Lay La Lo - Atlantik
'The' Jouvert song. Hands down. No song can touch this song. I always play this song the night before carnival/caribana. It has the bottle & spoon clink, and Ronnie McIntoshes vocals pick you up and throw your waist around. "Riddim taken you higher.... singing... / Lay la lo, lay la, lay la lo /" Yes, the melody is appealing, and you can't stop singing it. When this came out, fete's were serious tings - powder, water, iron bands, bottle and spoon, big flags, charging crowds these were as real as Jouvert could get in Toronto. Other serious Jouvert chunes worth mentioning are 'Answer The Call / Together As One / Is J'ouvert' - all by Atlantik.

Dead Or Alive (Roadmix) - Sherwayne Winchester
As you have songs that encompass Jouvert, you must also have songs that do the same for Carnival day. This 2005, roadmarch winner, the song played the most as revelers and bands are judged on stage, brought a new level of energy to the road. Every time I hear that percussion, and they wheel it back, it hypes up the revellers so much, it's a frenzy on the road. I don't think I've ever seen the road that crazy. There is not one moment in this tune where you can take a rest. Rhel bachannal :-) Other songs worth mentioning for Roadmarch tunes: 'Rollin' and 'Band of The Year' - both by Patrice Roberts & Machel Montano and 'Jumbie - Machel Montano'

No War (Thunderbird Riddim) - Machel Montano
The second Machel calls out 'we move y'all!' it's all over. The second that riddim comes in I'm done. When I was in Trinidad for carnival 2K4, at Insomnia, at Mobbs 2, the very first ray of sun broke over the ocean (and the outdoor club has a perfect view from atop the hill), and the intense light of the pinky-coral sun, Machel started this song. The water hoses were turned on the crowd, there was a river flowing through the grounds, and it was absolutely nuts. It was the perfect fete. It was bliss. And that riddim will always take me back to Insomnia.

Pokey - Dawg E Slaughter
That same year, I played Jouvert (the morning of carnival) before the sun comes up, they have 'mud mas' - where you parade not in pretty costumes, but throw mud and paint all over everyone. The Jouvert bands and their trucks rolled down the road, and the first truck that came out (before I was painted in blue) played this song. The dead-heavy bass and Slaughtah's deep voice made it unusually appropriate for Jouvert (usually, music is played in a minor key, see the next song in the list below), Jouvert, being my favourite time of year, and being the most amazing Jouvert I ever had, makes this moment unforgettable, from this slack-slack song, the trucks, mud mas, Jouvert costumes, in the eerie dawn of Carnival day.

25 Random Things...

2009-02-12T18:31:00.000-05:00

There is a forward going around in Facebook right now that asks you to list 25 random facts about yourself. Now, I did this in my ‘real-life’ account, where people know me, and have certain perceptions of me. As I completed it, I had apprehensive pauses because, at times, I could not write my first inclinations. I’m going to try this exercise without the inhibitions faced in the real world. So yes, most of this deals with sex, lol.

Topaz...
1. is very superficial when it comes to appearances and body types
2. can’t have sex if there are pictures of people nearby
3. daydreams constantly, distracting her from important conversations
4. enjoy all things sensual, but believes abstinence and fasting are also rituals that can enhance the latter enjoyment of those sensual things
5. The coy flirtations and anticipation in the chase heighten the enjoyment
6. gets off on power & control
7. ...but needs a man who knows how to tame her :P
8. finds adventure and exploration in forests and jungles exciting
9. really does hope to someday be awarded the Order of Canada
10. is afraid to take any hard drugs because of her weak kidneys and tendencies to dehydrate easily
11. is a happy drunk, but only El Dorado rum can make her a horny drunk (lol, and it has to be the better half of the bottle!)
12. has ‘performed’ publically
13. went skinny dipping in the islands
14. has had sex on a beach (different incident to the skinny dipping)
15. enjoys a mirror (who doesn’t?)
16. thinks she has a serious addiction to... not exactly sex, but to #4-5 above, which inevitably leads to sex
17. is afraid she’ll never grow up
18. deliberately dated from as many different nationalities as possible before settling down [come on now, I couldn’t get through all of them! - some that I’ve never dated include Greek, African, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean (okay, the only Asian I dated was Chinese), and the only Latino guy I dated was Mexican]
. a. the most ‘interesting’ of them were the West Indian men (no surprise there, lol), but each of them (Guyanese, Trini, Bajan, Jamaican, and Vincy) had their own unique thing to hook me with!, the Ceylon boys – both of them (taught me quite a bit!), and of course, the Filipino, because if he couldn’t make this list I wouldn’t have married him ;-)
19. is a sucker for well built shoulders and long, dreamy eyelashes
20. finds it hot when a man steps up behind her, hand on her hip, and whispers in her ear (this is funny, because really, how often can this happen? lol) kisses on the neck can follow from there
21. has gone hoarse and lost vision (for a few seconds!) after having an orgasm
22. has her sex drive destroyed by eating (the more I eat, the less willing I am to have sex)
23. after many near brushes with, still hasn’t had a threesome, and doesn’t know if she’s ever going to...
24. has been video-taped – more than once
25. is comfortable knowing that I’m not every man’s ‘type’
. a. BUT: I have a very fragile ego when it comes to my ability to get the job done! I know I’m the shit and I’ve never had anyone able to lie about that... and if anyone were to make me doubt that, well, I think my world would come crashing down around me.