Fiction: Prologue

You guys, I just wrote this, and I am so proud of it. I'm going to be working it into a book, and I am really really excited for it. A few months after my first miscarriage, I started having a burning desire to have a threesome. My husband and I were struggling with intimacy... Continue Reading →

Thank you, Jussie Smollett: Sending love

  The first thing I saw when I searched for news of your attack was, He "turned down extra security before the event." My mind started spinning with conspiracy theories from every TV show I have ever watched. If this was the CW, you would have perfectly orchestrated the attack for some money-related reason, or... Continue Reading →

Please Accept Me

That was an overshare once again, If I was poised enough I would have made a joke about it. Sorry I didn't mean to get too serious again, I'm really not that funny. I promise I'm not obsessed with myself, Or am I? No one likes being around me. Why do I always seem to... Continue Reading →

Ecstasy

Have you ever felt so much pleasure that you thought your entire body might explode? Have you ever stopped being intimate because you were afraid you might not be able to handle what was coming? Have you ever submitted completely only to be racked by a painful pleasure that just won't stop? If you haven't,... Continue Reading →

Searching for a Home

Today, I got up all bright and peppy excited for a day of submitting my work. I labored for hours over my lists of places to submit and realized I don't know where I fit. I've published some amazing stuff in mediocre ways, and I have work I'm proud of that no one has seen.... Continue Reading →

A Blog About Sex

So the other day, A friend asked on a Facebook group, Some questions about sex. I was SO excited. I love sex. I am good at sex. It's cool. I had answers for questions, I had all kinds of things to say, And then I said, Haha maybe I should start a blog about sex... Continue Reading →

Old Person Birthdays

It's not my birthday anymore. Thank God. I never thought I would become This old person. One who had special days that hate That you're supposed to love. But I am. I hate this day. I don't know if it's the unfulfilled expectations Or the memory of things that are gone forever, But man it... Continue Reading →

Sabotage

It's crazy to me how promptly my psyche starts to sabotage any amount of success I experience. I self-published a book last night, and almost immediately the chorus began. "You just self-published, that doesn't mean anything, no one will ever read it anyway." I even started feeling like I was ripping people off who decided... Continue Reading →

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