The Sultry Vixen

🌹Sensual Spiritualist ⛓️ #BlackBDSM 👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾 ENM 🎙️The Lair Podcast Host 🤫 NSFW

[leahlaraeuniverse]

A delicacy rests in the subtleties ✨

[goldcoasthoney]

[theblackfemininesociety]

I’m in my delusional era when it comes to my goals this year.

[foreverrryourssss]

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[pi-la]

[p-nkgod]

With or without you I’m going to win no matter what happens in my life

[aidashakur]

[baddiesofluxury]

[warview]

[niascribbles]

Anansi, or Aunt Nancy from my webcomic, The Ascendants. 

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[zendeyas]

Rihanna receiving the CFDA Fashion Award (2014)

[dollsofbeauty]

This look was so iconic

[beautifulnicolenaomi]

his aura, his skin, his presence, his hands

[writingsforwinter]

why should i carry on living?

Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.

Everything.

[baddiesofluxury]

Happy Self-Care Sunday

[cuntatthecrossroads]

“HoOdOo DoEsN’t HaVe HoLiDaYs”

Actually, the Hoodoo tradition has several holidays. Some are old, some are newer. Some are syncretized, some aren’t. Here’s a link to information on the Hoodoo celebration of All Saints Day, which is syncretized with the common Christian holiday, and observed every year on November 1st. Other than the name, there’s nothing Christian about it. It was used as a way for our ancestors to hide their practice in plain sight. This is a day to celebrate and honor our dead folk and thank them for their sacrifice. As a reminder, observance of the Hoodoo specific rituals of All Saints Day, and the religion of Hoodoo in general is for BLACK PEOPLE ONLY.

The link is on the website of the Chesapeake Conjure Society, which is a fantastic Hoodoo resource that is mainly focused on the Hoodoo traditions of the Chesapeake region of what is now known as the United States. I encourage you to check out the rest of the site, you won’t regret it.

https://hoodoosociety.com/allsaints

A guide about All Saints Day, A Hoodoo Celebration of the Dead that focuses on community, ancestral connection, and spiritual activism carin

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