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Edible Honey Powder

I have a jar of edible honey powder, Kama sutra, well traveled, came with a fine feather brush those many years ago when I bought it. This powder is great on a hot summer day, is a nice edible delightful scent when expecting your lover, but more than that, this edible kamu sutra powder with the fine feather brush defines a bit part of who I am. If you are a man in life who claims to know me and you do not know of the powder, you do not know of the lady.

I bought this powder likely twelve years ago, and though I am down to the last fragments in the fading yet still intact can, it has been with me from Calgary to Israel. Many a hot day I used this powder to cool my dry skin while there. Matter of fact I just used it this morning. I was in my thirties when I bought this powder, much has happened in that time. If this jar could talk ... 

The real reason I mention the powder is to touch on a subject that is on my mind of late, how few people really become a part of your life, to the degree they know things about you that are important. Like what your favorite color is, or what socks you like to wear at night when your feet are cold, or how you like to wear a hat to bed in the winter, and like  a fan running in the room because you like the noise. They know you are sensitive and maybe a bit kinky, because they care enough to find out, to build a trust so you can be yourself enough to show the ropes and the edible powder.

We live in a world where we are desensitized from the things that are important, like human contact, both emotionally and physically.  Is one more powerful than the other? I am inclined to say an emotional attachment is just as powerful.

So I am trying to invite people into my life, who will see how I talk silly baby talk to my cats, wear silly hats to bed, sing loud while wearing my ipod, cry during sad movies, dance around the apartment when I am happy, and love the color green. And more importantly care about these seemingly insignificant things, thereby becoming a part of my world, which believe me is a pretty special place.