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Kylyssa Shay

Kylyssa Shay

living in Kentwood, MI
   
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Kylyssa Shay is a freelance writer and a wanton, licentious, lascivious hedonist. She's an avid life-long learner with unusual life experiences including alternate lifestyles and homelessness. She is passionate about sexuality, sensuality, and the First Amendment.

Education/Experience: About three years of college courses and a lifetime in the school of hard knocks.

Interests: freedom of speech, biology, pets, science fiction, saltwater aquaria, floral design, sexuality, poetry, first amendment, science, atheist, books, cooking, writing, homelessness, polyamory, evolutionary psychology, secular, atheism

Affiliations: This Is By Us, Through a Violet Haze - a smart, funny, sexy ADULT blog

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The common culture uses sex as a tool of power and barter rather than as a beautiful sharing of pleasure. The use of sex as a trade good between women and men is taught in the popular media but worse...
Without feelings of connectedness and, yes, at least a bit of sexual chemistry romantic relationships will whither and die. When lovers live apart maintaining intimacy is not as easy. Here are some...
I kneel in the dirt, soil under my fingernails. The smell of earth reminds me of time spent with you, walking in the woods.
I've painted my eyes shut like the glass panes of a decrepit old house. There'll be no escaping through the windows of my soul.
Words are simply noises made with lips and teeth and tongues like kisses for ears untouchable or bites for the civilized beast.
The price of gas is up again it's not falling soon, my friend. The world's insane, war in Iraq we don't know if they're coming back. The richest country, what a lie - slowly, daily, people die.
Instructions On How To Write A Sonnet In Sonnet Form
I looked up at you, looked up to you, too. You held my tiny hand in yours and never strayed from my side. You led me through everything new until you knew I could stand on my own. Momma, you hel...
I never went on to become a world renowned scientist or a wizard of Wall Street. I haven't changed the world. I'm not wealthy or famous nor have I cured any diseases. Most folks aren't and haven't ...
A poem about living forever and staying young forever
A poem about taking back the beauty of sex and sexuality after rape and molestation
Buying rotifers to feed directly to your tank can be quite expensive. If you are a reef keeper already you certainly have the skills to do this! Compared to many aspects of saltwater husbandry, it i...
A Poem About Being an Adult Survivor of Molestation
I'm in a bit of a quandary. I'm not sure about how to cite sources for knowledge learned in childhood from unremembered sources. I'm also unsure how to cite first hand knowledge gained by trial and ...
Why speak of cheating when it's not a game, this love we play?
The word "intercourse" describes an interaction, an exchange of thoughts and feelings. That's precisely what enjoyable sexual intercourse is all about. It's a conversation between bodies as well as...
Finding life without an afterlife pointless or depressing is as silly as going to an amusement park and becoming so depressed that your visit will end that you sit down just inside the entrance and cr...
Electric palm trees line the streets And hookers stalk outside their glow Where winos beg for special treats And junkies suck up candy snow...
Always a crowd pleaser, I make this soup up ahead of time and bring it to potlucks in a crock pot.
I sit here writing music for the deaf the kind that throbs through lung and bone the kind not heard by ears alone. Bass and drums pulse with life and beat like blood beneath my hands filling sile...
Beneath your heart I grew Curled up like a bean I planted roots in your soul.
a poem about feelings, something people with Asperger's Syndrome struggle with
A poem about a lover wearing your clothes
A mask of anonymity covers my true face. Maybe we passed in the grocery store, in an elevator, or on your pillow when you woke...
A chalice full of teardrops a basin full of fears a rain that never stops- all ends but the tears.
My heart is swollen like a flooded river, too big for my chest wet, soft, fragile and about to burst.
I am boiled by the rage to know choosing ignorance as my foe. Upon me is the dark night of the soul that hides (and taunts me with) my goal. The agony of things unknown has festered in my brain.....
Some of the most important tools to have in a polyamorous relationship are strategies to deal with jealousy. Jealousy can intrude in any relationship and in a non-monogamous relationship there are mor...
A new legend of the origin of men and dogs.
Harshly night pricked her with a thousand pins each piercing sharper than the one before, her flesh paying the cost of two men's sins. Innocence lost with blood, she fought no more.
It only hurts when I breathe but it's OK because I can't breathe any more. Your head on my pillowcase is like a dream of heaven. I can't dream any more. Kissing you makes me tremble to my soles....
You won't find me hiding in the landscaping dreaming of the last beating. No one will see me crying with joy finding apple peelings sealed neatly in a ziploc bag.
Bits of ash tantalize, suggest words one can almost see. Sooty metal spirals twist into my abdomen catching on sensitive vital organs of the soul.
I am the butterfly, the left hand, the traitor and the whore. The arteries of love are cut clean through.
My soul is still roaring in the silence Agony and angst are like wine upon my lips Soundless in their violence Calm insanity slips Inside me, defenseless......
Nestled snugly in honeyed heaven's north there is a piece of paradise so sweet........
I cry while smiling when I stumble through your heart. I laugh in riddles when my whole world falls apart.
The winter wind at night caresses my skin, burrows beneath it somewhere around the fifth rib. My heart freezes, crystals cleave its chambers spreading outward in a spiderweb of ice.
We kissed in her car Tongue and teeth and heart. My resolve broke apart. Hands slid south To the forbidden planet, My heart could barely stand it.
A human bloom torn petal by petal she loves me, she loves me not. Every petal falling sheds just a bit more blood. All the petals gone, not a one to pluck.
They say love is not for the weak but all are weak before the presence of love. Love is for all. Love may be too much, it may bring you to your knees, it may break the strongest heart but love ...
Not all the lies are white. The strong aren't always right.
The sword of truth has a bladed hilt it cuts to the bone but it beats the guilt. My hands are bleeding and my aim is poor. I strike, I slash, I hit the floor.
Fortune is fickle like the wind in your arms like the tears on your face when you can't hold a friend when the love in your heart is a frozen flower blooming in blasted field of dust and hurt.
Head cast back eyes closed lips curved with dreams I yearn to taste. Sunbeams rest upon wind ruffled hair
Glacier dropped, a terminal moraine begins where cold ended where vast crests of ice came to die and dropped their stony load, now covered with soil a rocky cairn for times long gone. A batter...
When I close my eyes I see you. Does this mean some love between us? You come to me in dreams - your desire obvious. The scar upon my breast burns where you suckled. I don't bother to run anymor...
The homeless shelters are full, you got beat up there too many times, or whatever. Now you need to find somewhere else to sleep. I'm not saying these places are legal to sleep or even that they are ...
I want your wisdom, I don't want to hear your lies. I'd better see the truth when I'm looking in your eyes. I walk in circles but I travel in straight lines. My eyes may be closed but I can see...
Monogamy is not natural, it is a social construct. If we can't fit ourselves to that construct we are held to be failures. Over half of us are doomed to be "failures" by that measure. Polyamory is n...
The employee and employer relationship is just that - a relationship. It really won't work out if the parties involved just perform the "expected" actions. It's important to nurture mutual respect ...
When we were growing up our parents, role models and teachers spent too much time and effort telling us how we would grow up to be lawyers and astronauts or doctors and senators
Even language is used to dehumanize poor and homeless people.
I believe that morality in its most basic sense, empathy, is not just a social construct but a product of evolution. In extended families or tribal clusters as our ancestors must have lived co-operati...
Select clever, personal presents for your fitness loving family members or friends. Give the gift of good health!
Looking for the perfect gift for that friend or family member who loves to garden? Maybe it's in here!
Rapture calls, passion sucks you in - exsanguination of the heart. It's a fine line, bleeding hands holding the wind in your arms.
Your sweat dripped on my face and closed eyes seemed to see a truly exquisite place like the heaven we're seeking
Learn new ways to clean up a few dirty, sticky, stubborn flower shop messes. Learn how to rescue balloons from the ceiling and how to salvage squashed bows.
Forgive us, Lord, for what we've done In your name and your fair sons'- Call it war, call it jihad It's all in the name of God.
Are you still struggling to find the perfect gift for your boss, your friend at the office or your mother-in-law? Perhaps the answer isn't "a" gift but a gift basket!
Some suggestions on how to earn a few dollars and drag yourself up by the bootstraps - just like I did.
You've just received a beautiful arrangement of fresh flowers, after you express your thanks and bask in the envious admiration of friends, what should you do next? How can you get the most life out ...
Designing your own arrangements can be very rewarding but a few tips and tricks learned from years of experience (and learning from, er, mistakes) can help you have an even more enjoyable do it yourse...
If the human heart is the size of my fist How can such a crater exist?
A poem about the pain of love.
Shining in the eyes of a Dragon Lord When crouched above his golden hoard, A dark, profound reality All blackened far as eyes can see, Yet here and there a few bright beams. The sword, the gem, t...
Explore some of the realities of what becoming a professional floral designer entails.
This article gives instructions on how to acclimate or accustom your new saltwater fish or invertebrates to their new home in your aquarium with as little stress as possible.
A concise explanation of how to have an emergency hospital or quarantine tank on hand for your saltwater fish without the need to have a spare constantly running, cycled aquarium. Great for both reef...