Sexuality is a curious thing by Claudia Typhoon

it is indeed. the idea of sex as a means of expression is something that has grabbed me and directed my sexuality since a very early age. I find that sex is at the core of every being. we are designed and evolve with our sex following suit. even our very sex organs are made in such a curious and adaptable way. our ability to walk upright and even run altered how we gave birth. our babies are immature and without hair, essentially helpless so that we could stand. this created the need for stronger communities to protect our delicate offspring. a lot of resources were dedicated in protecting and nurturing them for years. thus the resources the male could provide outside of his vitality as a sperm donor became much more pronounced. this is something we see reflected today. the smart boys that didn't get the pick of the girls when they were young but now strive to make themselves a valuable asset? oh, yes, they have their pick of women even though they may not be the most desirable mates physically. its the resources they are able to provide their offspring that attracts the most attractive mates to them. I have this theory about how penis size plays into this as well; but that is another entry. we are animals with a highly adaptive brain. when we are able to marry our animalistic sexual natures and our brilliant grey matter, we are capable of having sexual experiences that are beyond anything we ever knew was possible.

Starter Prose by Claudia Typhoon

I see nothing but sounds. I eat. eat. eat. touch colors stroking sadness & mysticism. I’m bound in cake & nylon & sadness prevails over whispers of compassion as I gain the fortitude of an unkempt dragon. whispers. answers whispers. soft glows pulse warm from around the corner in which I lie. steal. stole. past tense, future prose. anything goes in this room in which I surrender. pause given at yellow, red halts the barrage of sexual creativity. I’m lost and found here, so close to the ground. my face is so intimate to the cool wood floor. the echos of momentum lasting years or more. such clean & exacting filth. let it ride, let glide.  Thrust in side & touch me deeply as I’m sleepy & leave cause against my thigh. Publicly naked & fully clothed.