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Portrait of a Marriage & Atonement

Interesting little creatures, aren’t they?
They live and die without a set or even average life expectancy and no one seems
to know how to properly raise and nurture one in order for it to live a long
fulfilling and rewarding life.

Sad, no?

Well, we aren’t here to discuss marriages, cuz who wants to anyways?


Portrait of a Marriage

A 1990’s TV mini series by the BBC.
Gotta damn LOVE the BBC.
(British Broadcasting Corp.)

It’s based on the real-life love affair
(turned possessive, psycho and slightly on the disturbing side.
Oh look, I just describe a typical lesbian relationship! LOL)
between feminist writer Vita Sackville-West (who was best known for her affair
with Virginia Woolf, FYI)
and Violet Keppel during post-World War I England.

You can try and watch the entire series on YouTube for as long as it’s up
starting here:

 I also watched Atonement.
I believe I’ve watched it before, but I’m never JUST watching something.
I’m always doing a million other things…however, during these past few days…
I’ve been pretty good at just blocking out the world and actually fully watching a movie.

Yes, basically still in mute zone. Day 3? I can’t even remember when I started.

I watched it for research for the book/movie I’ve had in my head for years
which some people around me are impatiently trying to KNOCK out of me.
Life’s about timing, and especially with me, flow.

It will come, when it comes.

I like EPIC love stories set back in the day.
Back before love became so wishy washy.
You felt the depth, the devotion, the “undyingness” of passion for the one you love…

not like today in the one night stand and friends with benefits era.

Which is a fine lifestyle to lead, not knocking it.
It’s just, that today, nothing much seems to lie beneath the surface anymore…
and I find that sad.

I also find it sad that so many live in loveless marriages/relationships.
Marriages and relationships that a few people who are near and dear to me, are almost “forced” into
and dying, emotionally, every day.

As I said before, I can’t save you all.
But I’m still out here trying.



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No Journey is EVER a Total Loss

Plans got a little scotched for Sunday. One of the participating bodies got the shits
so was confined to “not going too far away from a toilet.”
Which is cool cuz I woke up not really wanting to do much anyways.
However, I did need to EAT!

I took a 15 mins walk to meet my “brother” Anthony at our favorite chicken place.


It’s actually something, besides Thai I enjoy eating here. It’s actually TASTY!
15 mins of daydreaming…mouth-watering…shattered.

Went to the vid store in the same plaza to get some drinks.
Yes, I’m still obsessing over 13.
If it had as an amazing an impact in your life as mine, you’d obsess too.

This DVD caught my eye.
My eyes naturally gravitate to great books and movies…

let’s see if my eyes fail me this time!!!!
El niño pez means Fish Child. Guess I’ll figure out its meaning, soon enough.

Here’s the trailer.
I looked for it on iTunes, but nada.
Almost felt the mission was a loss…but, BINGO! I found a working stream!!!!
Now to escape a bit. I need a good movie.
**crossing fingers**
Ciao for now.


Posted by on April 2, 2012 in Food, Holland, Homosexuality, Life, Love, Movies



Prostitution, Religion and YOU – Combat your ignorance, evolve & BETTER the world around you.

Unlike what people LOVE to spit out…
prostitution is NOT the oldest profession.

I find it highly ignorant and sheepish to hear this response during discussions of sexual slavery
and forced prostitution.
Like, because it existed A LONG time ago, it should be somewhat accepted?

And also, if these individuals would actually use their BRAINS for once in their simple lives
they’d figure out, that you can’t have a supply without a demand.
Were they whoring themselves out for free?

No, obviously someone ELSE started working and earning some form of payment for this
so-called OLDEST profession.

It is not thee, but yes, it is ONE.
(Sumerian records in 2400 B.C.)

600s B.C. (7th Century B.C.) Legal brothels were set up in China by the stateman-philosopher Kuang Chung as a means for increasing the state’s income.
(Not much different than today’s reason. Glad to see, how far we’ve evolved in our management of commodities,
oh, I mean humans – mainly women)

 Late 500s
“A decree of Recared, Catholic king of the Visigoths of Spain (596-601) absolutely prohibited prostitution. Girls and women born of free parents convicted of either practising prostitution, or inducing debauchery, were condemned for the first offence to be flogged (300 strokes) and to be ignominously expelled from the town.”

A woman enters into prostitution (talking about her own free will) usually out of desperation, or as a means to get through the moment and out of certain situations to hopefully gain a better life for her and (usually present)
her children.

I don’t believe in punishing the prostitutes.
It’s like lashing punishment on someone who’s already damned.
History and present day ALWAYS punish the women while the men, equally associated, most times walk off with
a slap on the wrist.

Why expect anything more from a world where men are constantly on the role of suppressing women?
The majority of men, whether they wish to admit it or not…
want their women as rag dolls. POSSESSIONS. Items “belonging” to them
who they can order around, who can SERVE them and who are accessible whenever their whims
desire, to please them.

It’s the average. The majority. The typical space within humans, men and women, where you find “evil.”
“Ignorance” and “mindless sheeple.”

A great way to analyze, what’s wrong, is to see how many people are behind it.
The greatest acts of humanity, of selflessness, don’t crowd.

REAL issues are always masked and hardly ever placed on “HIGH alert” and importance.
However, things that “sound” good, that have “sparkle” or is “preached” by a celebrity
are all jumped on without personal research.

How does one fully invest themselves into something without picking it apart from its beginning to end first?

Back to prostitution, if the world would stop fucking fighting and squash their ego trips, races for power
and insatiable GREED we wouldn’t have hunger or desperation because we’d work together as
a whole for the greater good. But, yeah. I know. FAT FUCKING CHANCE.
Which is sad, don’t you think?

If we looked out for one another, people wouldn’t have to turn to desperate measures to “survive.”

I agree with this:

2002-MAY: Nigeria: A man, Sarimu Mohammed, 50, was sentenced to be stoned to death by a court in Jigawa for raping a nine-year-old girl.

I don’t agree with these:

1996-MAR: Afghanistan: Some strict interpretations of Islamic law calls for the death penalty for any woman found in the company of a man other than a close family member. Sexual activity is assumed to have happened. A woman, Jamila, was found guilty of trying to leave the country with such a man. She was caught and stoned to death on 1996-MAR-28

1996-NOV: Afghanistan: Under the previous, Taliban, regime, a woman, Nurbibi, 40, and a man Turylai, 38, were stoned to death in a public assembly using palm-sized stones. They were found guilty of non-marital sex.

However, I DO respect their adherence to their scriptures.
As with most religions, hypocrites are rampant. However, if one enforces the laws of their religion
and also LIVES by their religion 100%.
They have my respect, no matter how disturbing because they are living and acting upon their beliefs.

I’m a FULL supporter of all the way or no way.
You can’t put yourself in 30%-50%-99%
and LASH out your HATE against things you PICK apart in the Bible, etc
and run with while YOU yourself are the worst of sinners, etc.

This is for my Christian Nation Bahamian Haters and others who show such repugnance and venom
towards gays who are usually the most LOVING people you’ll ever meet
because similar to those also oppressed and feeling the sour pangs of

they usually possess open hearts and open minds.

A GREAT person accepts all humans as one, no one above or below, with their own individualities
that aren’t boxed in merely by skin color, sexual orientation or gender.

Really, HOW IGNORANT ARE YOU?!!?!?!?

Exodus 20:14 “You shall not commit adultery.”

Deuteronomy 22:22 “If a man is found sleeping with another man’s wife, both the man who slept with her and the woman must die.

Leviticus 20:10 “If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife–with the wife of his neighbor–both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death.

So, according to this BIBLE you so like to PULL out and use in your FIGHT WITH the God your wish to “honor”
what say you now? How many of my Bahamian “brethren” with yer “proud” culture of “sweetheartin”
need to be lined up and PUT to DEATH?

How many of you Christian mothers wish to follow the scriptures along with the government and watch your
child be killed because they can’t control their hormones and sexual desires?

STOP hating.
STOP judging.
STOP placing yourself on this HIGH horse of playing “God” through a damn BOOK!

The world and its ills is so simple yet you choose to complicate it with your beliefs and religions.

In other news: Like, OMG! I just discovered the “Kitchen Sink” button on WordPress!!!!
I’ve had a go back option and document editing capabilities!?!?!? ALL THIS TIME?!?!?!!? AAAACK!

Anyone else wish to share what other amazing things I may be missing in my blogging experience?

Thanks for your time.

Love Cara.

This entry took about 2 hours. Some, take longer than that. I still have the one I spoke about a few
entries before. But, it’s a BIGGY…I was actually in the middle of doing it
when my mind spun off to this.

Maybe I’ll never get it done and have it spun off in sections instead. Only time will tell.
Whatever flows, is what will be delivered.

Here’s the song I’ve been listening to on loop.
((I need to put a constant in my head so my mind stays as focused as it’s gonna get.))




Medjugorje (Bosnia & Herzegovina) – Y’all ready for some apparitions?

I’m feeling lazy so here’s a copy and paste from Wikipedia:
Medjugorje is a town located in western Bosnia & Herzegovina, in the Herzegovina region around 25 km (16 mi) southwest of Mostar and close to the border of Croatia. Since 1981, it has become a popular site of religious pilgrimage due to reports of apparitions of the Virgin Mary to six local Catholics.

Father Jakov and I.
And no. During our introduction, I didn’t giggle…well, I did on the inside.

I actually ended up confessing to him. Like, an ALL out confession cuz I thought…
**meh** why not?
In the end, he couldn’t absolve my sins because I told him I sleep with women
and I wasn’t gonna change that.
He became “all about Cara” to “she’s troubled. I must pay (ha ha WHOOPS PRAY, PRAY – too much sex trafficking in my head) for her. Such a shame…
I really liked the sweet little asian before she turned into a lustful SINNING harlot!!!!!!”
Oh well, can’t please em all.

Sheep crossing.

My sweet Irishman Shane.

The Risen Christ. A statue made of bronze and copper that oozes an unexplained oily water like substance.

Visiting new friends at their little home.

After being around a buncha priests and holy folk, one is in need of a drink.

Viktor, owner of Viktor’s Restaurant.
He took a little likin’ to me, but I didn’t get a free drink or meal…so, fail buddy. Major fail!

Newbie friend Oliver who I think thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
I kid. I kid.

Again. NO. Just NO.
Where’s ma throne?

Enter the Holy Spirit…and DOWN YE GO!
For some reason I didn’t fall. Must have been the awesome traction in my sneakers.

I LOVE these stubbly little suckers. Saw them all over.

Me and a buncha priests.
Hmmmmmmmm. Movie set?

I have you under my spell. MUAHAHAHAA
Can you believe ALL THESE people, listened to lil ole me? HA HA
You shoulda seen the crowd OUTSIDE.
(They set up speakers for those who couldn’t fit in the church)

This guy shouldn’t be a priest. He needs to head over to Hollywood.

What? I was surrounded by priests and Catholics all day…
she was cute and, nice bod eh?!
She was a part of a tour team of equally yummy morsels.
“I’m lost…can you help me???”
Nah, I was good. I was surrounded by holiness. I can’t be the normal devil that I am!
Well, there was Marije.
(But we won’t mention her…her bible study group wouldn’t appreciate her extra-curricular activity)
I’m serious. A bible study chick. Ahhhh. Catholic girls.

(Anyone know a quicker way to upload pics…cuz OMG! I timed it, it takes AT least 10 secs to get a pic up
doesn’t sound like much, put one at a time is tedious shit! And, yeah…
shit’s feelin’ like work, and everyone knows…Cara don’t like WORK!)



Castration as a “treatment” for homosexuality by the Dutch Roman Catholic Church

Reports have surfaced that at least 10 teenage boys were castrated in the 1950’s for being homosexual.
Gotta love them Roman Catholics, huh?

Now, what I don’t get is this…

WHY, when a “normal” guy plays a little hide the weener with a child…
he goes to jail.

When a Catholic priest plays hide the weener and adds a little blow (job) with his Hail Marys
he has the “great powers that be” blanketing him from prosecution and is
shifted around to other parts of the map to resume his practices.


I know you can’t bring the WHOLE down for the naughty few…
however, the WHOLE protects these people…so what does that say about them???

Nice religion you got there.
Does this not send RED flags off to ANYONE else?!!??!!

Then, there’s cases like Catherine Kieu Becker who chopped her husband’s
dick off and MAY now face LIFE in prison!

Trust me, if a previously sane woman chops a man’s dick off…
there was a VERY good reason for it!

I read someone joking about giving her a year for every inch.
I’d settle for that one.
Good luck girl!!!!!

Hey, maybe see if you can opt to spend the rest of your days as a Catholic nun.
They seem to have an adequate amount of “get outta jail free” cards available.

Maybe if there existed harsher punishments for abuse and rape…
men would think twice about being useless assholes.


What Happens On a Plane, When I DON’T Have Wifi

Mile High Club anyone???


Met some cuties. Will post. My plane was FILLED with gorgeous French men.
Their sexual orientation, yet to be deciphered.
I ran out with my bestie Greg to get some breakfast, and left ALL devices at home.
So, will have to upload pics later.

Someone inspired the following, but I thought maybe a few of you would appreciate.
(Warning, you may want to get some iced water)


I closed my eyes and thought of you.

I couldn’t stop smiling. It musta been a funny sight, me, eyes closed with a big ass grin on my face.

Since I won’t give you my hotel fantasy…which is more of a what I plan on doing to you…

I’ll give you a little “in-flight” entertainment. (I was hoping there’d be wifi onboard)
boo hoo
Ah well, an excuse to touch base on a little creative writing.

Instantly, when I closed my eyes, there you were, straddling my lap, right here in my seat.

Your hair was down, sweetly wild and wavy. Splashed on your face was a beautiful smile bursting with happiness. I looked up at you as you peered into me like I was a scrumptious dessert you’ve yearned for after a strict 10 year diet.

We began to kiss.

First, just a greeting. Gently. One lip at a time. Elegantly, like a ballet.

I moved to kiss your cheek a few times…
Then back to your lips feeling my skin dissolve into yours synchronously taking in the scent of your perfume.
The intense effects of the combination activated my every sense to their optimum level.

I guided your hair away with my fingertips, kissed the spot behind your ear and began my exploration of you, down your neck, leisurely, like a stroll in the park on a gorgeously fresh spring day. A day, you never want to end.

A day, you wish to be captured by and kidnapped into.

I face you again and we begin to kiss, pressing our lips together, as if to see if they’d merge. The meat of your lips cushion the force as we begin to pick up the ferocity.

You have your arms around my neck as I maintain a slight firm grip of your hair in my right fist as my left hand remains in the nectarous neighborhood of your thigh, right before the curve of your ass.

I lift you slightly up to shift myself higher in my seat still embraced in your kiss. My hands move from your ass, sliding up your hips then up and under your shirt.

Your skin feels like a soft addictive magnet to which my hands know no distance.

We pause just to break away and look into each other’s eyes. Then begin to go in for a few single kisses mixed with a few grips of each others lips with our teeth.

Then, we continue into a deep, fastening of lips, maneuvering of hands and dancing of hips.

Right. I had some Cabernet. Planned on taking a nap before touchdown in Vegas. That’s all you get. The rest, you’ll just have to attain, in person.

I hope you enjoyed and didn’t get too frustrated by the visuals followed by the absence of me by your side.

I just closed my eyes and had a cute scene of us in the kitchen making some dinner…you were stirring some veggies in the pan on the stove and I came up behind you and allowed my hands to travel down your arms while nudging up behind you giving your ears a little playful nibble…


That’s it.


You as flustered as she was?
ha ha ha
How do you think I felt, high in the sky without an outlet nor a vibrator.

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Posted by on February 10, 2012 in Art, Creative Writing, Homosexuality, Sex, Travel, Writing


Intelligent Christians DO exist!

A Christian group at the Chicago Gay Pride parade.

One of the signs says: “I’m sorry for how the church treated you”.

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Posted by on January 27, 2012 in Homosexuality