humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Truth of the World
I close my eyes and imagine the world floating in space. A beautiful globe, glowing indigo and white; surfaces of green and gold spanning below. I think of its energy, spinning and churning so rapidly it creates a field of energy around itself, protecting the life that thrives within it. Infinite symbiotic relationships that exist BECAUSE of the differences in their way of being. All coming together to just BE.
By LDia Cantu4 years ago in Humans
TIMELINE
TIMELINE 4:00 p.m. Saturday. She was on top, twerking. My hands cupped her large bare breasts; afraid that if I let go she'd disappear and I'd wake from my dream. Zeinab was from western Somalia and dark as a raven. My grandfather relocated to the U.S. from Lubeck, Germany. I was the color of a Wisconsin snowbank. I held on, though my hands were like snow balls melting on hot chocolate cupcakes and I was bouncing on top of the world. Her long braids dangled inches above my chest. She obeyed and clawed me. I’d met my lioness. Her tongue wove mysterious dirty words in a jazzy rhythm. For some reason she kept her stocking cap on while she made love to me, driving her powerful pelvis into my hips. The cap was a soft gray knit with yellow fuzz ball on top. It was adorable. I got horny the moment I saw it bobbing on her head. When I say, she made love to me, I mean this rendezvous was unexpected. It was her initiative that got us together. I met her for the first and only time a month earlier when she came to my law office with her husband, Qassim, my client. He was being deported. I accepted the challenge and he accepted the retainer and I vowed to fight for his freedom and safety in America, at a reduced rate, regardless of the outcome. At least that was the initial prevailing agreement. Sex with his wife was never part of the retainer. Zeinab called and wanted to talk and I assumed it was about her husband's case. My wife was out of town. A short time passed in the house but the case never came up as a topic. Instead, we started making out and I steered her to our son’s bedroom. She peeped like a robin when she came. I hollered like a drowning sailor in a perfect storm. Not more than two minutes passed from the moment we came together and the door closed behind her, and she was gone.
By Allan Ebert4 years ago in Humans
February 11, 2022
Well, she thinks that today went by pretty quickly; she made it to work and got things ready to go. We were busy for the most part today, ended up doing 1500 dollars for the seven-hour shift which, made the day go by quickly; she was ready to get out of there and make her way home for the rest of the evening. Sham was lying in the living room on his blanket but got up so she could pet him when she got home and sat down in her chair at the desk. Well, she; is sitting here thinking about something to write about and looking for someone to come in and work 5-9 which, is hard to find because many people do not want to come in for four hours and do nothing. Well, she finally got it covered and just in time too. We are having; meatloaf again tonight was so good yesterday, and everyone enjoyed it. She received a video of her grandson eating some cake man; he had that all; over the place. He is so cute and lovable. He is growing up so fast. Her grandson is walking; around; and learning how to pick up things off the ground earlier; he was picking; up some rocks.
By Tammy hopkinson4 years ago in Humans
The National Football League is Not Diverse, Equitable, or Inclusive
As the news broke about former Miami Dolphin's coach Ryan Flores filed a class action lawsuite againt the NFL regarding its discrimination practices, it spread across all media outlets making the national news. The National Football League being as big as it is, this news made a significant leap into the news of the day - news at the heart of the matter exposing the NFL's failure to be more diverse, equitable, and inclusive.
By Christopher Sims4 years ago in Humans
A Lesson In Patience
The person I would like to thank today is a little unusual. I know that I should be thanking my parents or my husband for all the love, devotion, and support that they have given me over the years. And they have been monumental in making me the person I am today. But patience was never my virtue until met the person who has been the most impactful in the honing of my patience levels, my dog trainer.
By Heather Gembarosky4 years ago in Humans
For The Love Of Nana And Her Love Of Broken Knickknacks
You know it’s going to be you and me who’ll have to shift this crap when she’s gone, don’t you?” These were the words, muttered to me under her breath by my nana’s youngest daughter as Nana proudly showed us her newest acquisition.
By Alex Frederickson4 years ago in Humans
Fostering Smiles Under Masks
So much to say with no way to say it It's been a bit difficult to find something to write about, not for any reason more than I always feel I fall short somewhere. I always try too hard. Some may call it perfectionism, but I see it as a hope to provide the most value to the reader. I always ask the question, in my work and all aspects of my life, where can I hope to provide some degree of benefit? What do I have to do to help those around me? Iv'e dedicated my degree, as have so many of those around me, toward bettering the world. We want to create solutions for the problems in the world that became so quickly disregarded. Often overlooked are such simple things; Things we all take for granted in this wild, face-paced world we've created.
By Jeffrey A. Sapp 4 years ago in Humans
