The rough patches kept coming at us and waited so long to be with each other that we never thought our relationship would happen. I should’ve trusted that God had a plan for us the whole time. It seemed that he also thought that Hayden was “the one.”
Her smile could beat the sun and her kisses could eradicate world hunger.
Oh, and let’s not forget her heart. It is just so beautiful and kind. It has to be, to have put up with me for all this time and still love me the way she does. To love me and hold me, and understand that I’m just a human being–or just the greatest idiot and coward that ever lived.
All roads lead to Rome when two lovers meet in the Eternal City after months of not seeing each other.
Today, the day before the last day of 2017, I feel grateful for all the things it brought me, but also for all the ones it forced me to let go of. As 2018 approaches, I am ready to open my hands and let go of that which no longer serves me. I am ready to let it go and send it love and light on its way. At the same time, with the same open arms, I wish to embrace an unknown future that is waiting to be created.
I have the words tattooed on my right rib-cage to remind myself to let go.
I’ve realized that sometimes in life, when it is time to make important decisions, it can be helpful to be a pyromaniac and take the risk at being happy. I’ve realized that doing nothing only leaves you with nothing–and that’s just not the life I want to live–I don’t want a life full of nothing.
Since I was a little girl, the idea that “boys will be boys” and “that’s the way men are” has been drilled into my skull like a chip for programming. It is as if there was a piece missing from the male anatomy that gave them free will over what they could or could not do to women, and women simply had to accept it as a “matter-of-fact.”
When we meet someone for the first time we are seduced by all the wonderful things this person has to bring on to our lives. We are infatuated and addicted to everything they have to provide. Soon after though, we start discovering their flaws, we fight, and we find that it’s not all “la vie on rose” like Edith Piaf promised.
I don’t know if you realize this or not, but there are two very common traits between people in the military and those in our LGBT community: BRAVERY.
Some stories need to be told at some point or another. This week, for the first time, I told mine publicly–twice. Once it was for a reporter for the USA Today who is writing an article about Donald Trump’s policy reversal regarding relations with Cuba. The second was to all of my followers, friends, lovers, listeners, in the form of…
Miami, city on the rise or rotting Mamey? That is the question. It seems as if every day a new construction site is born and another acre of the everglades is torn down in the magic city. Progress and modernity seem to be the promise of these new developments, but who are they truly for? With sprawling skyscrapers come exorbitant…
Karla explores the nuances of daily life in Miami. Telling it like it is.
I smile as I remember, reflected on those shells, immense moments of joy and warmth. I can hear the laughter, I can feel the salty air on my face sitting on a porch swing and on a hammock at midnight.