Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Inspired by a comment convo with Honest K. Almost a year ago - to the day, I wrote in my Live Journal about Reflecting Souls. I just re-read the post, and my first reaction was, fuck me, I used to write too long - it was 3k words! The second reaction was I'm really kind of... Continue Reading →
I’ve had two concepts in my mind. The first is: Anxiety is fear in disguise. The second is: Anxiety is a great teacher if you allow it. I read “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield, and he was talking about fear, anxiety, depression, etc. all being forms of resistance. The urge to create versus... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's Post here One of the most difficult aspects of managing Bipolar is relationships. Looking back on my life, I've always had friendships where it's almost immediate enmeshment, toxic, goes nuclear, and ends. For most of my life, people would cut me out. I would find myself begging people to forgive me or constantly seeking... Continue Reading →
I let you take my body for the smallest of price The illusion of love from your heart shaped device The opioid bliss of making "love", a sweaty vice I tried to convince myself it was okay A strong-minded woman knows all the games to play But that crazy thing called love gets in our... Continue Reading →
With a liars tongue, you licked my ear with saliva made of venom You whispered I cannot, as you nibbled and devoured You snacked upon my memories and turned them into regrets Your words like claws inside my mind, scarring as you scratched I breathed in and said, Yes I can You grabbed my... Continue Reading →
Since St. Patrick's Day was yesterday, and I let out some crappy feelings, I made room in the grey matter for some pondering. I'd like to laugh and note ALL of this is driven by the picture I used as the featured image yesterday. I remembered back, in High School, I REALLY pissed my Dad... Continue Reading →
I've always kind of had a weird crush on dead scientists and philosophers. I have said it before, and I will continue to prove myself right: I am single, because I do not get men. Not in the attract men sense, I have breasts - that part is like attracting flies to poop. That's a... Continue Reading →