A sketch of a man with long black hair, wearing blue jeans and a white button down shirt untucked, sitting at ease on a beach under the full moon.

It's no secret I'm obsessed.  My own devotion to sexuality and normalizing the intensity of healthy sexual appetite stems from my own experiences with this man.  He's my compass in this world, and of all the sketches I love to draw, he is by far my favorite model to sketch.  I will never tire of looking into those big, brown eyes, or how they make me swim.  I'll never stop drawing him, and I'll never stop singing his praises.  He is the foundation of my fight for sexual joy.  His arms give me freedom.  His love builds my trust.  His unassuming creativity in bed sparks my poetry.

So here's another sketch of him, from our wedding day.  He's sitting on the beach near our island home, where we were married in a simple ceremony on the beach, under a full moon.

A sketch of a man with long black hair, wearing blue jeans and a white button down shirt untucked, sitting at ease on a beach under the full moon.
Handwritten, cursive signature says "pea flower tea" in lowercase letters. The flower is a small sketch of a bloom, instead of the word for "flower".
If an idea doesn't explode orgasms of bright sparks, cascading into and setting my own dark places alight, then I probably won't write about it.

One Thought on “My husband”

  • I’ll never stop sketching him. I don’t think I could if I tried. Reinventing him through art only honors the artistry he lives every moment of his own life within. I don’t know how to do otherwise than to celebrate this.

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