Brand Builder .: Music Lover :. Motorcycle Rider
My name is Porsche Taylor, not too many greater... gotta give a shout out to my lovers and my haters... Blessed with the vision to create my own lane, I hope you get inspired and decide to do the same. Read my full bio.
I love to create branding and web design via Springcart, a boutique design and print firm in Long Beach, CA. We specialize in Great Graphics at competitive prices. Visit Springcart for samples of our work.
Book DJ Porsche Taylor for Weddings, Corporate Events, Private Parties, and Special Events… I’ve got an extremely versatile catalogue, and I love to spin Hip Hop, Funk, Soul, R&B, New Jack Swing, 80’s Pop, and Michael Jackson (yes, he’s his own genre).
I am a biker with more miles than excuses. It’s more than just a hobby, it’s a way of life. Check out my magazine, Black Girls Ride, and get familiar.
Since 2011, I have lost over 60 lbs. I did it with Diet and Exercise. I’m in the gym daily. I’ll be blogging my thoughts about my fitness challenges. I also post daily on Instagram. One step at a time, lighter with every step… #occupythegym.
About My Blog // Posts about fitness, music and inspiration. Anything Goes. This is the one space in my life where I'll write freely.
Today, I celebrate my 41st year. In the scheme of time, space, and wisdom, I’m just a baby. I still have so much to learn about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. I am open to the lessons. I am thankful for the opportunity to live my passion. I am Grateful for the loved ones who support and encourage me. I am blessed beyond measure with the provisions to execute my vision. I am determined to live life more abundantly. I am in love with myself today and thanking God for the gift of life. #birthdaygirl#birthday #leoseason #queen #newlove #stimulating
This is the word of today. It’s a longing… a hopeless longing for the unattainable. It’s an unfulfilled ache in the heart. It’s not knowing if I can be fixed. Do I leave my heart open to be filled, or do I close it off with an emotional tourniquet. Do I let it grow a callous, so that it can never feel this pain again? Despair… it’s worse than heartbreak. Heartbreak is final. A broken heart can mend. But, Despair is the result of hope… a hope for the possibility of love reborn. It makes one… Desperate. And I am desperate. I HATE being desperate. Desperation is not sexy. Desperation is weak. Desperation reeks of uncertainty and failure and insecurity. I hate myself for being desperate for a love that may never return. I hate this feeling of swimming in an ocean of love and not seeing the land of assurance. I’m swimming, and paddling, and trying… desperately. To make her fall back in love with me. She’s thrown me the life line of her love. Love like a best friend’s love. Love like an old confidant. And for now, it’s enough to keep me a float. But, how long will she keep me in the desperate tides, watching me struggle and fight? Will she jump back… in love with me? In love with me like the white hot heat. Like the passionate, I can’t live without you type of love. Or, will she just cut me loose and let me drift away? I seem to forget. I, too, have a choice. How long will I cling to the life line… desperately? I feel like a child, desperate for her approval. Afraid that at any misdeed, she’ll withhold her love from me. I am afraid to think freely, or consider my own needs.
She loves me… She loves me not. The uncertainty leaves me in despair.