Benel...what more is there to say.
everything and thensum couldnt hold me through the night....
thinking of you tonight qaween! and many nights....
so i'm feeling silly! and it shows!

this iconoclastic clash of old world grace and new world...uh... charm?...waltzed through my life and my home-turf sanctuary almost three years ago all wrapped up in saris and veils and giggles and shifty eye contacts. 'she's cute', i thought, 'i'm sure i'll fuck her someday. but she needs to get the fuck over herself first.' i was mistaken. this bitch will never get over Hirself and has no need to do so, for so far has Shi come INTO Itself, and so intrepidously does Shide continue to forge into Her unfathomable depths, with each resurfacing bringing forth newer and deeper and fresher mirrors of grace and brusque harsh catty truths, that i find what i meant was "i'll fuck her someday, all the while watcher her come INTO herself (and with grace, hopefully ONTO me)".
the growth and metamorphosis and dichotomist polarity that describes the very breath with which this creature carries itself steals the ground from under my feet. i count myself blessed and lucky and graced to be called a Sister to her. i have never been in love as i am now writing this and looking at the pixelated representation of her above my text box. i have no need to marry him or call her my own, it would never work...how do hold a wave upon the sand? maria...i mean really. i breathe, in faith that our bodies do and will meet again and again while all the while our souls dance the interminable tango of transcontinental-etherical conspiracy. we're here to change the world together...thanks for standing with me and letting me do the same.
watch out New York, Sehava's in town...she's always good for a fresh rig.....daddy.

i miss you, grrl.

xoxox+tons'o'bliss,
-e. buttercup

Benel is the bee's knees!
He dances like a batiked dream prince!
He is beautifull and fun and kind and funky and
and AND has a GREAT sense of style!

You are: Magical, sweet, tall and delicious, independent yet emotionally available, ridiculously interesting and intelligent. Not afraid of living cultural narratives which have slipped a few hundred years out of fashion.

But I enjoyed your eyes the most, my dear . . .

We on the east coast await you . . .

XOXOXOX

What could one say about this beautiful faerie boy. I love to watch him dance around and talk in tongues. I love to see this beautiful being and can not wait to see him over and over again. Namaste.