Constance, I simply have to comment on a photo I saw, one intended to give freedom and respect to women, by the way.  I really do believe that.

But here is what is soo disheartening to me, so discouraging to me:  the white board in the photo says “No Rush…whenever you are ready”.  It is in reference to whenever a woman wants to have sex with any of these guys (or any guy, I guess).

Good for the realization that women are subjects with free will and intelligence and inherent worth and supreme value…but ohhhh, it broke my heart in its assumption.  When a woman was going to have sex was oh so graciously ceded as her choice to make, supposedly without pressure…THAT there would be sex however, that seems to me to be just assumed as a fait accompli!

The implication to me was that a woman was still viewed as an object for sexual pleasure, just one a bit more complicated and finicky and in need of careful managing in order to pull off a successful congress.

Until such a sign is not really even thought of, there will always be the presupposition that a woman must eventually enter into sexual contact to experience validity.

I have strong feelings about sexuality which are by far in the minority these days, and I am sure that colors my reaction to the picture.  But maybe it lends my point of view some credence if you imagine pics that are in reference to say going for a walk and talking about ideas and the pic says “No rush…we can walk and talk and think if you would like to do that”…

…or walking the dog:  “Would you like to walk my dog with me?”

…or going to the symphony, or going to a decorative garden, or a lecture, or a movie just for, not as a prelude to anything.

I absolutely believe that a woman is in charge of her life, her destiny and who she decides to do what with and when.  Nothing to dispute there…I am just lamenting assumption, and its limiting, shrinking effect on who we are.

Charissa Grace


When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink? | Arts & Culture | Smithsonian

When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink? | Arts & Culture | Smithsonian.

Constance, I just had to press this for you…a smart and informative article on the “genderfication” of the clothes.  Do yourself a favor and read this…and then make the obvious leap of insight…realizing “hey…so if clothes color has been dictated by fashion, tradition, and social norm, what other aspects of gender have been dictated as well?”

Here is my current conclusion:

The awareness of gender, and who someone is  seems to me to be inherent with how someone is formed in utero.  Everyone has a gender awareness and identity, even if it is uncertainty.  That much is there pretty much from the start.

But the expression of gender…now that is almost purely a function of societal and cultural dictates and is not at all inherent or written in stone.

Wow, that really helps us…I mean, think about how much energy it takes to be all up in everyone’s business all the time, policing them and making sure that they are conforming to your interpretation of things.  If it is all just a function of your epoc, why then there is no ultimate defense you need to make to fend of the certain doom of Ragnarok the instant that you choose to simply take logs out of your own eye and leave the sawdust in other people’s eyes alone.


Happy Birthday Dearest Darling

Image 003to write a poem for you
is to make one snowflake out
to be an avalanche.
there is beauty in the snowflake,
unsurpassed, unique, breathtaking.
that flake comes from no where,
appears, and returns
to where it came
without leaving a trace,
except in me
tattooed by glory…

except in my heart,
where i am cut forever
by that shape exquisite,
where i am cooled always
in the stark clarifying
fiercely cheerful clear cold,
where my heart makes
that perfect simulacrum of that
impossibly beautiful flake
over and over again
with the dripping blood
welling from my heart
cut by you, that cut, that flake.

an avalanche
began that day,
that day the light
danced up my battlements
and captured my eyes
forever in your dazzle,
an avalanche of
one flake persistent,
one flake present
in deserts and monsoons
and fierce fires
of the coldest frozen sorrow.tumblr_nedi99gYbj1rwn2euo1_400you,
my ever-fire,
my ever-ice,
soothing and searing,
and impossibly yourself

i love you
more than all my tears
multiplied by all the tears
of every person
multiplied by the distance
east is from west
and added to itself again.

i love you
more than every laugh
that’s tumbled gleeful
from my lips, and

i love you
more than every piercing longing,
poignant and unspeakabletumblr_n5s9r7wxLX1r7huino1_1280

if you hadn’t come
i would be there hanging, high
on the side of the mountain
stark and slate
in morning light.

i would be that
field of billions
of unique flakes settled
all the same and piled
into meaningless multiplied
unified snowy sameness,
still and without motion.tumblr_mu0c44P2A51rndgmso1_500

but you did.
and that has
made my world

love forever,
and i mean forever

Charissa Grace,
your undying heart devoted

Image 002

Et si je vous aime…

Et si je vous aime d’instants pluriels

C’est sans doute que les rêves s’évadent
Aux voluptés des amours essentiels
Que j’oublie qui je suis au bord du ciel
Quand la nuit s’étend comme une cascade
Mon elle se froisse aux désirs charnels
Et ma moitié s’élève en embrassade.

Et si je vous aime d’instants pluriels

C’est d’audace que les pensées paradent
D’un exil prudent , d’un dernier appel
Que l’encore claque aux sens textuels
Les yeux s’égarent, l’île se dérobe,
Mélangées les cambrures se torsadent
Au rythme essoufflé d’un baiser mortel
Et l’aube s’attarde aux corps sensuels
D’un vertige effeuillant une tornade.

Et si je vous aime d’instants pluriels….

Le 21 Juillet 2011
Ce texte est la propriété de Mystic4Ever Tous droits réservés ©