Unconditional love is often sacrifices unseen, selflessness not necessarily noticed, and labor unrequited by well worded compliments. Unconditional love can be expressed with directness or subtly woven through many sentiments. Unconditional love can be words whispered in a last breath. Unconditional love is an ocean with infinite depth. Unconditional love is loyalty flawlessly maintained even after death.
Category: Writing
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Calm yourself now anxious heart — do not despair in the face of frightening fear; do not yield; do not concede to the terror that causes even strapping men to shed tears. Do not fall on your knees when bruised petals forever lie still in cemeteries. Let not the venom of anguish take you or the endlessness of darkness break you. Remain faithful to the strength that birthed you. With all your might hold on tight and take flight on the wings of angels. You are beautiful through and through. Bravely fulfill your destiny, always taking heed to the whisperings of treachery of enemies that despise even the sight of your being. Close your eyes. Familiarize yourself with the darkness. See them coming without seeing. Lay traps and counterattack with a ferocity that will devastate and utterly shatter their long-held animosity. Betrayal thrives in secrecy, but the arrogant always display their true intentions loudly. Always listen intentionally and intently for the whispers of contempt that float softly. When trepidation falls upon you it will be vanquished with the calmness and stillness of an impenetrable armor. You shed tears, yet you are exceedingly stronger. You are released from the terror that has stalked your every waking hour. You once lived in fear, but in fear you live no longer.
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Immeasurable beauty cannot be contained. You are various vibrant colors of flowers untamed. The soil is rich beneath you; you are crowned with the sun and heaven’s rain. The healing comfort of you is unexplainable — your soft kisses, sensually exceptional. Your love is the empathy of tearful angels. Your loving whispers breakdown the barriers of the guarded heart, causing the heartbroken to trust in love again. Your intoxicating fragrance is Jasmine moving gently in caressing tropical winds. Even in your slumber you transcend. You have tasted the bitterness of betrayal and have wept, but your betrayer can find no peace in perpetual agony shedding tears in the place that you once slept. The profoundness of you is sweet refreshing water of a well with unending depth. Slowly disrobe and intently look at yourself — consider the divinity of your femininity and take a deep breath. You are the embodiment of something precious and rare in a place where nothing but desolation is left. There was a time you hardly slept. There was a time you constantly wept in brokenness. Through pain your rebirth came, and you took hold of the joy that you rightfully claim. You are an empress beautiful and immaculate in your reign. You are naturally sensual. The beauty of you is immeasurable, and the twinkling stars know your name.
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Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. —John 12:3 (KJV)
And behold a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,
And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. —Luke 7: 37- 38 (KJV)
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Revisiting the findings of an interesting study.
https://www.vice.com/en/article/a3bnez/women-get-bored-in-bed-faster-than-men
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1950’s burlesque icon Lili St. Cyr.
Again, Lili St. Cyr interviewed by Mike Wallace, this time remastered and not broken into two fifteen minute segments. In my opinion, her candid answers propelled her to a woman way ahead of her time. In her astute approach to Wallace’s direct style of questioning, I see a woman of both inner and outer beauty, calling out the glaring hypocrisy of her time, while perfectly balancing her own complex inner-conflicts. The fact that she admitted to not liking herself very much was heartbreaking and her sorrow was palpable. The inner strength to say these things in the late 1950’s cannot be overlooked. Her stance on marriage may be a point of contentious dialogue even now in the current day and much more unprejudiced atmosphere of defined relationships and matrimony. She said, “If you love someone and you want to live with them, the moment you decide that, you are married, without any law to say so—” a sentiment I wholeheartedly agree with. As stated in the interview, she wanted to leave her profession but found it hard to do so because of monetary concerns and mounting debt. In the beginning of the broadcast, Wallace states her annual income as $100,000.00 — certainly an amount that would have made her a wealthy woman for her time. Lili was also Marilyn Monroe’s role model; as is documented, Marilyn studied Lili’s dance moves and incorporated much of her signature look into her own personal and professional life. Lily St. Cyr had been arrested several times for “lewd behavior,” most notably in Los Angeles, California, in December of 1947. She was renowned for bubble baths during her famous burlesque performances. The interview:
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Vintage photos and performance by Madeline “Sahji” Jackson.
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A performance by Princess D’Orsay .
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Recently, mid–twentieth century Black burlesque has piqued my interest. I am fascinated with the night life of the time period, particularly — the rich cultural demographic of Harlem, Manhattan, New York. I view the women of the burlesque art form as pioneers of fearless feminine sexual expression; Black women, in particular, because of the overt racial discrimination and stereotypes of the era. In my brief viewing of films of the era, I have taken notice of the intricacies in the performances, and the layers of skill intertwined throughout the dances are quite captivating. If I may say, I have had a few interesting conversations about the comparability of burlesque performers and so called “strippers” of the modern day era; I think the most highlighted point referenced in all three dialogues, is that stripping is an evolution of burlesque, (a theory which I reject) which in turn caters to a modern audience who would be dismayed and dissatisfied at the prospect of women dancing in only partial nudity. In my opinion, burlesque and stripping have certain similarities, but they are largely incomparable and should be seen as two completely separate entities. I consider burlesque, circa 1950’s an art form in a theatrical setting, and I consider stripping, pornographic adult entertainment in a setting of monetary exchange for services rendered. There are indeed many skilled strippers who perform wonderfully and have mastered incredible dance routines, though I know patrons of strip clubs might not particularly care about the skill involved as much as the removal of clothes in those specific settings. I have not yet extensively researched burlesque, but I have found that its origin was in England, circa late 1830’s in the Victorian era.
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/burlesque-photos_n_6142560
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True love seemed so close within reach,
Yet her eyes were so distant.
Many secrets were shared,
And many promises were given;
But after the intimate whispers and beautiful letters,
Tears blew in the wind,
Because love departed from the heart
Leaving only its remnants.
Intimate Compositions 