LinZo The LeZbo

On My Mind…

miavitaalfresco — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 03:57:58 +0000

I want you up against the wall. I wanna be butch; jeans, belt, watch…fully clothed. Packing. Not my small one either. I wanna strip you down, make you feel vulnerable. Press against you hard, rub my cock against your ass till I know you’re dripping. My fingers wrapped in your short hair at the nape of your neck. I’d flip you around, make you get on your knees. Rip my jeans open and make you suck me off. I wanna make you beg for my cock inside you. I’ll flip you over the side of your bed. Make you cum, your pussy clinched around my dick, screaming.

So..I kinda suck…

miavitaalfresco — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 18:45:11 +0000

So I know I haven’t been blogging lately and that really sucks. I honestly thought I didn’t have much to say, which is of course terribly untrue. I honestly don’t like my blog cause it’s ugly. Also I have been acting completely crazy over the past lately and sharing those details is difficult. I promise that in the near future I will be working on updating my blogs as well as giving them a much needed face lift.

Sorry and Thanks

Womyn I’d Marry 5

miavitaalfresco — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:26:10 +0000

“Maya Kollman, a nationally renowned relationship therapist, travels the world giving lectures and trainings on an inventive communication practice called the Imago Relationships Theory. The practice was developed by Harville Hendrix and Helen LaKelly Hunt and is based on their deep knowledge of psychology, their clinical experience and their own personal relationships.” – Gay & Lesbian News Portland

I love this womyn and her partner. They teach couples that relationships are hard and that they are work. I enjoy their point of view immensely and all their hard work for the LBGT Community just makes these womyn so hot! SO HOT!

A Different Kind of (self) Love

miavitaalfresco — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:20:06 +0000

In life I have found that most things that are worth much don’t come easily. You have to work for the stuff that counts the most. I have spent the last 2 months investing positive energy, possessing thoughts and sharing myself in the most honest way with a new womyn. This relationship has probably been the most beneficial dating experience that I have ever had. She makes me feel like a strong smart womyn and equally worthy of love. I am so thankfully to have had this moment in life and to be able to share the truths I have learned about myself.

I mostly wanted to share this because in our community it seems as though most of our relationships end badly. Most of us either have tumultuous “friendships” with our exes or they are “crazy bitches” and we don’t have any type of relationship with them at all. In my case I get neither of these. I have gained one of the closest and most important friends I have made in years. She is the best kind of girl and honestly it’s just too bad it isn’t there right now. I wanted to share this because I’ve never experienced this before. I have never gone into a situation with such an open mind and heart. I was 100% honest with someone about who I was and what I was all about. We went slowly and now instead of feeling like the world has ended I feel great! I don’t have months upon months of healing to do but instead have a great new friend and lots of energy to instill into a new relationship when the time comes.

I have so much self love. I’m excited that someone appreciated my head first into life additude. I am happy that I have a solid friendship with a super awesome womyn.

Womyn I’d Marry 4

miavitaalfresco — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:45:05 +0000

In honor of pride month and my incessant horniness for HOT womyn (as of recently I can’t even control myself in the least bit…I had to buy new batteries last night…at 1AM…) I found this sexy prideful womyn just for the taking! To me womyn who present themselves like this are powerful seductresses. I not only pine for them but wish to be them. I have never been able to have the power of making femme womyn swoon and I envy those of you that do. If you have any femme for femme pointers you let me know ladies!

So HOT! I can’t wait for STL Pride…it’s a sensual paradise full of sexy womyn! I bet I will be so frustrated by the end of the weekend!

Love is a Lot Like Bread

miavitaalfresco — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 15:42:02 +0000

I am not in love with anyone but myself…

That word. L-O-V-E. Hummm….so easy to say isn’t it? Then one day you wake up and it’s not easy anymore. It’s not easy to like let alone Love. It’s not easy to relax. It’s not easy to let someone in. It becomes taxing, you need more moments alone, more silence…

I’m trying. I’m trying to continue, to not do the Lindsey thing. To not give in, give up, shove…fall.

Fall. Fall. Fall. hehehe

I am pleasantly pleased. I am grinning ear to ear. I am loving every minute of it.

You know when you make bread how it takes work, it takes time. You have to be patient. You have to wait for it to rise. You have to put in the effort to make it good otherwise it is hard and crusty. You don’t even want to eat it, it tastes stale and wasn’t worth the half assed effort. Oh but when it’s good, it’s so good you want to gobble it down. You don’t though, you savory it.

I think Love is a lot like bread.

The First Time(s) Is Always The Sweetest

miavitaalfresco — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:41:45 +0000

I’m about 12 years old, she’s sitting at the head of the table, and I’m at the foot. Her red mess of a bowl haircut is falling into her eyes. She tosses her head back and ends in a tilt. Her eyes are on me, piercing me and then she relaxes. Smiles, as devious as it might’ve been, she always smiled.

Never before had I felt this. Burning, right in between my legs…yearning for something I didn’t even know yet.

I was her pet. I would follow her about. Sometimes she would send other girls to find me. I was on the inside; other girls loathed me for it too. Our walks into the forest, on paths reserved for far less depraved acts. We would sit by the water’s edge and talk for hours. How she wasn’t in trouble all the time still eludes me. I remember a time where we smoked for what seemed like hours, facing each other, straddling a bench. We had a paint fight and covered each other from head to toe. I still own that shirt, I still wear it. I still have her dog tags, our hemps bracelets but not a single picture. I have long since forgotten her number.

But her lips…

On the last night of camp she inducted me into Tribe. Tribe was a group of womyn ranging in ages from myself (the youngest ever) to probably a few womyn in their 60′s, which had come to Camp Mintahama for a certain amount of time. My mother was also a member. You had certain requirements to fulfill and then you were in. You received a headband and an additional feather for each summer of your life that you attended camp. I received two feathers; Mary gave me my second, the first by our chief of course. I remember after this ceremony that Mary and I went running through the forest in our Tribe dresses and headbands. Cloaked in the darkness of the night we shared the most intimate moment of my life thus far. I was wearing light purple panties…a pink flowery satin bra…I can remember every detail…ever breathe, ever stroke of my hair, her lips melting into mine…

We dated for 9 months after that evening. How does that really work when she was 9 years my senior? I am sure she was behind…I know now, being that I am older than she was then, that it didn’t come from an evil place. I know her heart was in it and that interests me because I still can’t date anyone with more than an age difference of 2-4 years and yet….I know what happened wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t malicious. We shared a mutual love with one another. Maybe it was built out of both of our deep seated needs for love. Maybe we were really meant to find each other in that moment. Save each other from something else. Who knows? All I know is that every time I get close, every time I feel that pull, that tug on my heart, the burning in my thighs…every time a smell a womyn for the first time, I revisit Mary. I remember how sweet the first time is and each time I enjoy it a little more.

First love. First kiss. First lesbian relationship.

Womyn I’d Marry 3

miavitaalfresco — Tue, 26 May 2009 15:34:25 +0000

This womyn is so HOT! You can just see by the look in her eyes that she is passionate! Don’t you just want to sink your teeth into that lip, pull on that ring, run your fingers through her hair…yank hard at the base of her neck…pull her into you…

Yeah ladies. Iwent there.

She’s in love with me too. She just doesn’t know it yet. It’s kinda like Missy Higgins and Emily. If they only met, then Missy would know.

Wish me luck.

Found 06-21-05

miavitaalfresco — Fri, 01 May 2009 15:33:10 +0000

This morning I came and crawled into your bed.
Many times a day I dream of this moment.
Lying next to you, waking you. Kissing you good morning.
Messy hair, small pj’s, sleepy eyes, morning breathe.
Loving all the little things about you.
It’s my very favorite moment of everyday.

Sleepless

miavitaalfresco — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:32:06 +0000

When I sleep I dream of you and when I wake I am sad.

You were the stuff poets write endlessly about.

Your love is what great stories wish they could capture in it’s pages.

It’s amazing to me how much can be right while life can still feel so wrong.

The words “I miss you” hold little meaning these days. I long to find words that encompass my feelings.

I’m not good at failure and I am rarely satisfied.

Now I just wish I could sleep. Pass what seems to be eternity, peacefully.