Someone asked me that question. I blog because I love writing. You? I’m happy to share with you and thank you so much. For years it was just me reading what I had written. I’m grateful for my followers. You like my reading. Some of you have communicated with me as well. I really love that. Here’s to happy reading, blogging and sharing.
Namaste Guady G
If non verbal autism is silent
You must become silent
You must listen with your heart
Only then can you hear them speak
With much love
Guady G
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend who had Asperger Syndrome which is on the high end of the autism spectrum. He always wanted to be more of a neurotypical man which means more like a man not on the spectrum at all. He felt there was something wrong with him. I felt he was just grand.
There is nothing better than being with someone who is super intelligent, super gentle and respectful. Raw honesty was actually healing. He embodied the innocence of a child with the wisdom of an old man. His hugs and kisses were few but always sincere.
Although exhausted from a week’s work he always met me because he said he loved my company. He would sometimes fall asleep mid sentence from exhaustion and awake to say he could go home but preferred to rest by my side.
It ended because he was younger than I and wanted children I could no longer provide. Thanks to the lessons I learned being with him he is now my higher standard for a relationship. I want an honest, true loving, gentle, intelligent and loyal man. I will no longer accept any less.
Namaste
Guady G
Despite
Everything
Going
Wrong
I
Choose
To
Be
Happy
You?
With Love
G
I am a paper yellowed and torn.
You want to discard me and for this I mourn.
My appearance now seems so worthless.
No longer white I serve you no purpose.
Perhaps my expiration is long overdue
You’re a big dummy and you have no clue
Of my worth and all that I can do.
There’s a few things I must admit to you.
Your pen is quite leaky.
The words it writes quite sneaky.
You too are outdated.
You are the one that is jaded.
I maybe yellowed and torn but now I’m stronger.
Get your pen out of my face, I don’t need it any longer!
I ask myself why do people rather read stories of pain and agony instead of love. Why is it that books of tortured love are more popular than books about just loving without the pain? Do we need to feel pain to feel the pleasure of love? Why? I don’t get it. Can someone shed some light? Isn’t to be loved our given right? We were babies and everyone just loved us for existing. Why as we age it has to come with proof and follow-up questions? Why do you love me? Isn’t too soon to say you love me? All I know that this world is becoming more cynical, more cold and more detached. It scares me. Does it scare you?
Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Matthew kept remembering that night when he invited her to his dorm just to talk some more after spending hours drinking and dancing at Myberi’s Bar. She had drunk two beers and was tired but she accepted. He had no intentions of doing anything with her but it all changed when they walked into the empty dorm. Mostly everyone had gone home. Suddenly the Viagra and the combination of drinks/drugs started kicking in. He could feel his body wanting to just go on automatic. His thoughts were now foggy and he was experiencing immense pain in his genitalia.
As they approached his dorm room he wanted to tell her to go home but he couldn’t find the words. He really liked Cindy but his bodily urges were winning out. The voice in his head that said slow down was becoming more faint. He wanted her so badly.
She had no clue as to what was going on in his head and in his body. She continued walking calmly beside him hand in hand. She said she liked him and loved that he was so respectful. He remained quiet as he quickly opened his dorm room door.
Looking back Matthew wished he could go back in time to that very night. He couldn’t and he was so full of regret. He would shower now and head to class.. Today was another day, He wondered if he would ever get over it. Would Cindy?
To be continued……..
G
Fluidity 