No Fury
August 31st, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Trying To Understand
Waiting As Patiently As An Aching Heart Can
This Is My Obligatory Hell-Hath-No Blog
Where I Write How Angry I Am
How Disappointing You’ve Been
How Much I Wish I Let Go Earlier
But
I Don’t Want Cliche
I Want To Understand
I Am Doing My Best To Live N Love
Because
It’s Easier On Me To Love Than To Hate
I Want My Energy For Light & Propulsion
I Love You
. . .
Sharlena
Mozart
Miss Honey
Hamilton
Pocahontas
Cleopatra
Kiki
When I Am Filled W Anger
I Hold You N My Heart To Banish T Darkness
To Replenish W Light
. .
I Remember T 3 Of Swords
I Remember Your Hermit Card
I Remember This Time Last Year
Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones
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Daddy Detox
August 30th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Hello My Lovers
Hoping You Are Wonderful Todayyy
I Am Doing Surprisingly Well!
Surprisingly because I have, Flynt and I have, changed a boundary in our connection, one that, for the moment, means we will not be lovers. Of course the thought of this, the reality, makes me feel a bit sad, a bit teary but I’m getting better at this broken heart thing; I’ve had lots of practice this year. I’m learning to turn the aching heart into freely letting go and letting be and I’m getting better at this too. It’s not an end, it’s a shift, ‘time will tell’ and all that, but I feel freer, I feel a weight, a heaviness, perhaps darkness, lifted. I need my lovers, experiences and life to be vibrant and uplifting, I need to be allowed to love and give with all my heart and I need to loved and honoured in return and I need to be constantly evolving, moving forward, expanding; it’s a big time for me in my life, it’s a big time.
With the end of this phase with Flynt, I have decided there must be an end to a little role/emotional scenario I have adopted as well, which brings me to the Daddy Detox. Now, when I say’ Daddy’ I’m not meaning the one whose sperm and efforts contributed to my conception, I am referring more to an emotional Father role. Just to clarify: I have a pretty good relationship with my own Dad and it’s getting better all the time as we grow together and learn about love individually; in fact I cried on the phone with him about Flynt yesterday, he’s a good Dad. I don’t look for ‘Daddy’s’ because of any patriarchal angst or disconnection, in fact I don’t look at all, they come to me. It is, I believe, part of my Karma.
Tex was the first to bring the D into my life, a fact which is now hilarious since I’ve realized he’s a total submissive who would probably prefer me to dress him in stockings and suspenders and rail him from behind, than for me to call him the D word. Live and learn! Although Tex was not really, is not actually a top, domme-y guy, he very much dominated my mind (my favouuurite) and so we were always playing with stories, concepts and roles. I have a little sex game I like to play when I say: tell me something you want to ask me ‘to do’ that you think I would be nervous to do. I think Tex’s voice cracked as he said in a very British manner: perhaps we could pretend I was your Daddy? and he told me a little story about me coming home from boarding school and how much I’d grown, yaddi yaddi yaaaaddaaa.
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Days Can B Sunnny W Never A Sighhh…
August 19th, 2011 § 1 Comment
I Can’t Remember How Long It Has Been
Since I Last Sat Here And Wrote To You
Like This
Letting It Flow
T Way It Began.
I’m Adjusting To Rubyyy Having A Face
Shaking Hands As Rubyyy
Lovers Who Say That Name Instead.
I Just Read T Above Out Loud.
I Cried.
I Always Read My Work Out Loud.
Flynt Had To Remind Me T Other Day
That I Have To Save Rubyyy Jones.
I Was N Tears,
A Theme,
I Was Feeling Like ‘A Failure’
Because Of Debt
Because I Miss Performing W A Heavy Ache N My Chest
Because I’m Feeling A Little Lost Lately.
Things Are Moving Very Fast For Me.
For Us.
We Are Learning, Or Repeating Until We Learn, At A Rapid Pace
This Is Our Place N ‘Human’ History
This Is A Test
This Is It
And I Feel It
I Feel It N My Heart
I Feel It N My Need To Sing & Shock & Strut
I Feel It Oozing & Melting Every Flimsy Rule We All Live By.
And I Know Now
I Wasn’t Crying Into Flynt’s Shoulder Because I Was A Failure
But Because I Am Failing To Give Myself Space
Energy
Support
PRESENCE
To Grow & Show & Bloom Like I Want To
Need To
Am Meant To.
I Think A Lot About Legacy
A Lot About My Present Life N T Life Story Of My Soul
A Lot About Right & Wrong & Fair
I Think Too Much.
Without Presence, T Focus Is Debt
W Presence, T Focus Is All T Things I Am Building, Pruning, Boosting
These Are Blessings
Presence Is A Choice
Without Presence, T Focus Is On T Pain I Feel From T Disconnection From Performance
W Presence, I Recognize That N Performing I Am Happiest, Strongest & Clearest
This Is A Blessing
Presence Is A Choice
Without Presence, I Am Lost.
I Must Make A Choice
I Find Myself N My Spirituality
My Light.
Every Time I Extinguish A Match
I Am 15 Again
I Am A Teenager Filled W Moxie & Simmering Self Hate
I Am A Witch
And I Am Happy.
When I Hear T Hari Krishna
On Oxford St, Around Soho
I Chase After Them
I Find Their Sienna & Gold Train Of Joy
And I Let T Ringing Of Their Bells
And T Thumping Of Their Drums
And T Vibrations Of Their Wild Voices
Blast Through Me
I Allow T Sonic Energy To Radiate & Realign
I Allow
And I Am Happy
I Will Never Forget T Dervishes Of Istanbul
I Hope To See Them Again.
A Trip W My Mother
I Sobbed N T Bathroom
Frantically Sketching T Pain I Was Feeling
Out Came A Picture Of Me
Naked W A Bloated And Bursting Tummy
W An Anchor Deep N My Cunt
Attached W A Heavy Chain To My Heart.
I Want To B N Love So Badly.
I Want To B N Love With Myself So Badly.
I Want Me.
N Presence, She Is There
N Madness, I Don’t Blame Her For Running Away
N Truth, She’s Always Here.
As I’m Stretching My Boundaries, My Vulva, My Heart
As I’m Remembering, Resurfacing, Navigating
As I’m Skipping, Fucking, Becoming
I Cannot Forget
Me
T Me Who’s T Oldest And Middle Child
T Me Who Fell N Love W T Stage From T Wings, Waiting For My Entrance. I Was Six, I Can Still Remember T Intense ‘YES’ Blossoming N My Heart, Drawing Me Into T Center, Wanting To Feel That Light On My Face
T Me Who Dreams Of True Love, Of Forever, Of One
Sighhh
That Felt Good
To Speak Like That Again
Again, It’s Hard W T Face
And Other People’s Heart
And My Heart
But It’s About Being Brave & Honest & Bold N These Times
And Thisss Has Always Been About Being Brave & Honest & Bold
Within Me
With You
For Us
Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones
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