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CarnalDesires's blog: "Imagination"

created on 11/24/2006  |  http://fubar.com/imagination/b27747

Memories

My mom told me there is a very good reason why God only blessed her with one daughter: she told me a sister/sister relationship serves as an exemplum of the most competitive relationship within the family. Blunty speaking, she says I was all the daughters she needed. She also mentioned that sisters, once they are grown, share the strongest of bonds. This symbolizes my friendship with Niya.B. Before I delve further, I must pay tribute to some of my most cherished friends, all of whom are pivotal in my life. These include Yvonne, Judy, Charles, Natalie and Liz and Jerome for the most part, and most recently Shai. I am sure I am forgetting some essential individuals, but blame it on a temporary memory lapse. AOP summer, Natalie was the best roommate ever, always smiling and respectful of my privacy. This came in handy when my grandmother died. She did not pressure me to express my feelings on the subject, nor did she ignore my pain. Moreover, Natalie is the one who first introduced me to Niya.B. Then there was Judy. I remember the first time we crossed paths, I dismissed her without a mere thought. This did not prevent her from extending her friendship to me. Our relationship progressed and flourished during my freshman year. She recently told me we share some kids; however, I have no memory of giving birth. She keeps asking for child support; however, I am very broke (ask Niya.B.). Judy and I need to talk about this further; I think it will be more productive for all parties concern if we send our kids back to either Grenada or China. Nevertheless, through Judy, I met Yvonne. She is one of the most generous individual to grace the face of this earth. Together, Judy, Yvonne and I share so many wonderful memories: from partying, to being intoxicated (Judy and I), expanding to include our hilarious past times in the library almost always every day and until recently during finals week. Then there was Charles who continues to be amazing. Most recently, my network of friends has extended to include Liz and Jerome. I still have the biggest crush on Jerome and is especcially grateful to him for driving me around this past summer. Additionally, I have been honored to met the most hilarious Italian female, thus far, Shai. All I can say is: Shai, welcome to my crazy world! I hope you can keep up. This leaves Liz, who is one of the most awesome individuals that I am honored to have met, thanks to Niya.B. This dialogue will now probe my experience with this strong black female who has systematically transformed my entire life: Niya.B. Our friendship also began during the constraining weeks of AOP summer. Natalie first introduced me to her. During my sophomore year, our friendship slowly began to change from that of mere friends, to slowly something more, sisters. It began when we commiserate over food, mostly Chinese takeout. It further progressed and fully unfolded last year. We share a unique bond. We argue constantly, laugh all the time and love each other dearly. We talk and express our emotions in an open way. Most of the time we insult each other mercilessly, and in the most horrifying manner. This eliminates any awkwardness or sense of discomfort. We are currently on term abroad and having a splendid and marvellous time. We are so inseparable that if you see me, rest assured that seconds later Niya .B will appear. Many of our personalities blend together, academically and socially. She has yet to follow my lead and realize the beauty of being in a relationship with a gentleman, by that I mean an older man. But we share a great love for wine, (aka french fries, and fried chicken. Albiet this, we are, at present, having conflicting emotions regarding the consumption of food. She is constantly feeding me, giving birth to my AB diet. No matter where our prospective future will take us, I cannot fathom every dissolving our bond. B So this goes out to Niya.B, and the various individuals elucidated above! I love you guys in the purest fashion known to man. Borrowing from Beyonce, you guys are all IRREPLACEABLE, especially Niya. B. Sincerely Kathy,

Memoirs of Carnal Desires

We do not often get the opportunity to say goodbye to the ones we love. I am overwhelmed by my own fantasies: my sense of escape and departure from the accepted rules governing our society. I feel as though I have to live for all that I can give; but, at night I lay in bed waiting to receive, but to receive what? I sometimes wish I was immortal and had the ability to journey through eternity, keeping the memories of those I hold dear inside. My dreams, and by that I mean fantasies, are almost always interrupted by a cry from deep within my soul. It leaves me thirsting, and hunger for that which was only a mere breath away. Oh God! I am forever seduced by my own thoughts, left breathless by the touch of his hands. Impatiently, I open my eyes, bright and wide, with lust and love, a combination that troubles him, enthralls him and scares him all in the same. For, in my eyes he sees an emotion so strong and powerful that it breaks down the walls he has meticulously created all these years. How can he shield his heart from an undeniable love? That would mean complete trust in me? It would mean open those doors once more!!! O God! Why are those doors closed! I need to get in, let me in. Please, my soul is desperately yearning for him, to let me in; for in him , I feel alive. But wait! I love my independence, why should I give in. It is only fair that he should meet me half way. No how can I use my feminine wills to evoke this? If I batter my eyelashes and act coyly will he get the message? Or maybe I should create a dance, for I know he likes it wicked: a dance where he’s heart and my soul will be entangled. Then, he opens wide, his arms! Sweet exultation! Teardrops streaming down my face: sweet release!!! Does this make me weak, does it make him my protector, my knight in shining armor? But, how do we distinguish reality from fantasy.....after all, what is real is often times just a dream: A desperate dream, an erotic dream, An innocent dream.......... A dream filled with carnal desire, exposed to the fullest It is all just a dream.................an endless Dream…….. And then, bliss enfolds us….and on this night, we become caught in a web of deceit. It is of our own making…….because, it is always about power.....? But then again, we never got to say GOODBYE!!! Then again, it is funny how we feel so much, but we never really say a 'word.'
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