tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663135689548317072024-12-19T12:38:53.785-07:00Countess of Ellis IslandI am not afraid…I was born to do this. ~Joan of ArcBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-50142654217385349732014-12-02T14:06:00.000-07:002014-12-02T14:06:00.437-07:00On Indigenous Cultures as the Saviors of the WorldAs we all know, our world sucks. Or rather, the issues we face as a global culture and sometimes individually are severe and horrible in many ways. I see much talk about indigenous cultures as where to look to for a solution. Are the beliefs and practices and world views held by indigenous cultures our saviors, the answer to all our problems?
A good friend posted the following Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-9282900748388811752014-10-18T15:22:00.000-06:002014-10-18T15:22:30.239-06:00What Next?I ask a question, to the Civil Rights Movement of now in 2014, to the LGBT community in the United States, to those who fight for civil rights. What next?
With the recent legal rulings on gay marriage, one thing that is very on my mind is, when one group gains the rights they have been fighting for, will they stop fighting for the rights of others? Does the fight end for a group whenBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-13804485965202512502014-06-26T05:22:00.000-06:002014-06-26T05:22:05.411-06:00Burn Bright: On Cultural ChangeWhat does it take to bring change, lasting change? I'm not talking just any change, but specifically changes to those things we do or say that hurt people, yet continue to do. We meaning enough of the population within a culture to be an ongoing problem, not just a small number.
There are always radicals at the edges, people way beyond the norm who either hurt people to the point Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-43796600544111591122014-06-23T01:46:00.000-06:002014-06-23T01:46:25.539-06:00Show Pride, Remember Stonewall
The world is one great battlefield
With forces all arrayed.
If in my heart I do not yield,
I'll overcome some day.
I spent the weekend at Denver Pridefest, my first ever Pride, and Denver's is a big one.
I heard projections for total attendees from 200,000 to 700,000 for this year. Considering that Wyoming, where I lived from 1991 until 2012, has a total population Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-90367750922229740622014-06-02T00:37:00.001-06:002014-06-02T00:37:50.438-06:00Trust, Not Trusting, and Distrust*WARNING, THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME, I TALK ABOUT SOME SPECIFIC THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED TO ME*
There's a lot of discussion just now about trust and distrust, about whether it's okay to distrust an entire portion of the population because of things a small percent do, or might do. The context of this is of course the recent killings by a man upset that no one would have sex with himBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-80217142441300761632014-05-24T07:13:00.000-06:002014-05-24T07:13:30.818-06:00I Am Not An ActivistI am not an activist.
It's just not something I do or have inclination to do. I might rant about topics where I see injustices or other issues. I might volunteer to help with activities or groups that do great things for people in need. But I'm not an activist.
You will never see me out holding a sign protesting something. But you might see me bring water to those that are protesting out in theBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-49717384876892682992014-05-06T21:56:00.000-06:002014-05-06T21:56:17.099-06:00What Does Love Got to Do With ItTina Turner's words echo in my ear as an ear worm, just the one line over and over.
"Oh what's love got to do, got to do with it"
It echos not because the song itself is speaking to me, but because my thoughts brought me to the same line from a different direction.
I took a survey this evening, not one of those Internet quizzes that are so popular, but a survey about important things, things Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-21425547743431586232013-08-25T17:20:00.000-06:002013-08-25T17:20:12.541-06:00Erotic is...Erotic is that which is gentle and sensuous, slowly building, soft and moving, tickling the senses, whether on a mental, emotional, or physical level, sliding smoothly and moistly across the tips of physical, mental, or emotional hairs, a brush, a caress, an embrace, feeling beautiful in a vulnerable way, exposed in a way that feels safe and secure, bare and revealed in a way that feels welcomingBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-91843306736654883302011-12-10T17:57:00.001-07:002011-12-10T18:01:45.060-07:00Safe Lesbian SexBecause a lot of girls assume that "safe sex" is only necessary for sexual relations involving men (whether her with a man or two men), I wrote up the following in hopes it will be helpful for girls to realize that lesbian sex does have its dangers, and that it's important to take precautions.
Warning, a little graphic and descriptive
If you've both been test and/or have never slept with Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-63292003682889102942011-05-30T15:04:00.000-06:002011-05-30T15:04:34.840-06:00So Soft, So Silky, So Small
Abstract Pink Pleasure
from 4iPhoneWallpaper.
So Soft, So Silky, So Small
By Bethany Davis
I run my hands over your body,
So soft, so silky, so small,
My hands join me to you,
To your body, to your soul.
The darkness, the blackness of you,
So beautiful, petite, wonderful.
You move against my hands,
Touching me with your body,
While I touch you with my hands.
You soft back, your small hips,
Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-88305884969151872152011-05-20T00:15:00.000-06:002011-05-20T00:15:15.444-06:00A Gentle Nap
Image from livvit.com.
A Gentle Nap
By Bethany Davis
For four long months without a job,
Resting, waiting, calm,
Creative, peaceful, full of life,
First time in four long years.
Soon that time will finally end,
And I'll go back to work.
But on this day I rest in bed,
And take a gentle nap.
Peacefully I lay in bed,
Soon to settle down.
The softness of the familiar bed,
The heavy covers nice.Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-83602970905784092142011-05-18T00:28:00.000-06:002011-05-18T00:28:04.965-06:00Frustration
Image from myLot.
Frustration
By Bethany Davis
Frustration
Do this, do that
No choice
Do it now
No control
A child
Directed
Dictated
Asked but no choice
Who am I?
Child or slave?
Dependent
Longing
To do what I want
To decide when
For freedom
To say yes
To gladly choose
To serve by choice
Willingly
Because I want to
Not required to
Decide when
Decide what
Ability to say no
Ability to say yes
Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com1Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-89400672641128606262011-05-18T00:13:00.000-06:002011-05-18T00:13:56.938-06:00Life in Water Form
Skylight
Life in Water Form
By Bethany Davis
Tink,
Tink, tink,
Thump, tink,
Drip upon the skylight,
Lightly falling,
Lightly splashing,
On the roof,
On the windows,
On the dry ground,
Thirsty ground,
Dampening,
Wetting,
Soaking,
Drenching,
Life in water form,
Bringing life to a dry land.Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-73118138884510557482011-05-17T23:59:00.000-06:002011-05-17T23:59:50.201-06:00A Flower Like No Other
Image from Teaching in Asia.
A Flower Like No Other
By Bethany Davis
There it is before me,
The most beautiful flower,
Fairer than all the others,
More beautiful than the rose in all it's glory,
More elegant than the fair lily,
More divine than the great lotus,
More pure than the innocent daily following the sun.
The flower of creation,
All stars,
All worlds,
It shines before me,
In all it's Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-27014625078018043512011-05-17T23:49:00.000-06:002011-05-17T23:49:19.562-06:00I Love to Play with Fire
Image from BackgroundPictures.
I Love to Play with Fire
By Bethany Davis
I love to play with fire,
The flames before me,
Climbing high,
A stick,
Slowly burning,
Slowly spreading,
Using it to light grass,
Light sticks,
Swing it through the air,
A torch,
A fire brand,
Arc of fire,
Like a sparkler in the night.
I love to play with fire,
Tender kisses,
Lightning touch,
Her skin,
Hot to the touchBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-39412355023243254102011-05-17T23:35:00.000-06:002011-05-17T23:35:02.597-06:00Twisted Thorns
Image from Marginalia.
Twisted Thorns
By Bethany Davis
Darkness, shadows,
Twisted thorns,
Twisted trunks,
Like hunched hags,
Crooked trolls,
Thorns and vines,
Twisted,
Intertwining,
Like a maze,
A thicket,
All around,
Casting shadows,
Darkness,
Creepy,
Thorns piercing,
Blood black in the moonlight,
Shining through the branches,
Tree trunks,
Vines and thorns,
Stillness,
But movement,
Half seenBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-179590131659463412011-05-14T04:51:00.000-06:002011-05-14T04:51:24.667-06:00Three Voices
Image from Stoweflake
Mountain Resort & Spa.
Three Voices
By Bethany Davis
Two bodies,
Beneath a waterfall.
Drenched,
Dripping,
The water pours down in a torrent,
Flowing,
Splashing,
Upon our bodies.
Wet hair streaming,
Drifting,
Like sea weed,
Like watercress,
Mingling,
Blonde and brown.
The water upon our heads,
Roaring,
Laughing,
Our laughter mingles,
With the laughter of the water,
Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-64700860727093940902011-05-09T23:29:00.002-06:002011-05-10T10:04:22.163-06:00In Praise of Lingerie
Image from Isolde Lingerie.
In Praise of Lingerie
By Bethany Davis
The texture, the colours,
The patterns, the bracing.
To look, to shop,
To buy, to wear.
I run my hands across the fabric,
Feel it between my fingers.
I put my legs through, pull it up,
Covering my body but not covering,
Hiding, yet revealing.
I pull the straps over my shoulders,
Close to my skin, holding me, embracing me,
Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-45327828754271599612011-05-09T21:59:00.000-06:002011-05-09T21:59:42.225-06:00The Skirt
Image by colorblindPICASO on Flickr.
The Skirt
By Bethany Davis
Swish, swish,
Around my feet,
Long, black,
The feel of the fabric against my naked legs.
Rustle, rustle,
Around my legs,
Soft, moving,
The breeze blows up between my naked legs.
Step, step,
Along the path,
Dirt, rock,
I walk along the forest trail.
Cue, cue,
I hear a bird,
Moonlight, water,
Shining across the lake.Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-20397863834058809382011-05-08T03:15:00.002-06:002011-05-08T04:14:04.792-06:00The Children of My Soul
Drawing of Saint Zita,
a servant who lived
the Rule of 1221.
Image from
The Confraternity of Penitents
The Children of My Soul
By Bethany Davis
I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I help,
The helpless ones,
Are the children of my soul.
I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I teach,
The seeking ones,
Are the children of my soul.
I am a mother,
ThoughBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-60312178556063454912011-05-08T03:15:00.001-06:002011-05-08T03:15:52.446-06:00A Bag of Spider Legs
Spider Legs by
Isaacphotography.
Image from his page on DeviantArt.
A Bag of Spider Legs
By Bethany Davis
A bag of spider legs,
Twisting, crawling,
Squirming, moving,
Are you frightened now?
A tentacle under the stairs,
Twisting, reaching,
Squirming, moving,
Are you frightened now?
A darkened cave,
Lightless, swallowing,
Echoing, closing in,
Are you frightened now?
A lightning storm,
Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-13471143368755399272011-05-06T00:32:00.001-06:002011-05-06T00:40:14.367-06:00Creation in a Point
Image from Hipnotherapy blog
Creation in a Point
By Bethany Davis
Water hot, body hotter, the heat within me soars.
The rush, the flow, the energy builds, the power within me grows.
My fingers part, soft peddles below, my flower opening up.
Gentle touch, skillful touch, a touch that's only mine.
Fingers move beneath the flow, hot water on my skin.
Slowly moving up and down, across the heart Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0Laramie, WY, USA41.3113669 -105.5911006999999741.2820264 -105.67576019999997 41.340707400000007 -105.50644119999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-40043032069566503822011-05-06T00:15:00.000-06:002011-05-06T00:15:37.855-06:00Naked for All to See
Image from Flashwear.
Naked for All to See
By Bethany Davis
I stand up before the crowd,
Naked for all to see.
No masks, no walls, no acts to hide,
The me that's really me.
I pull back the curtain,
Step inside,
Let water pour over me.
My naked body,
The water hot,
Flowing down over me.
Authentic me,
Shy but strong,
Me just being me.
I need not be,
What others want,
No act, no play, no gamesBethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-15758102940399200122011-05-02T03:32:00.000-06:002011-05-02T03:32:10.848-06:00Osama's dead, but are we any safer?I'm sure everyone in the world heard the news tonight, or at least all those that care and have access to the news. Osama bin Ladin is dead.
I watched a bit of the news tonight, including President Barack Obama's speech. I guess Osama was shot about a week ago and the United States has his body in their possession. It was a good speech, but Obama is a very gifted speaker, Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366313568954831707.post-14390816164217932292011-04-30T21:53:00.000-06:002011-04-30T21:53:23.203-06:00An Eternal Knot
Image from Celtic Gardens
An Eternal Knot
By Bethany Davis
What’s distance to a soul?
What’s time, what’s space?
A thousand life times, a thousand miles,
A second, an inch.
Two souls connected,
Never separated,
Reaching through time,
Reaching through space.
A touch, a brush, a whisper,
&Bethany Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02644867688792578328noreply@blogger.com1