Losing my Virginity “About an hour after the first time I had sex, I woke up in a cold sweat. I was so nauseous I thought I was going to be sick, and I couldn't breathe. I laid in a dark hotel room thinking I was going to die. I remember first walking into the... 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 →
“Grab her pu***”
Ok, I am not a political person. If you know me at all you know this. I avoid the news like some people avoid horror movies, I have never voted for a candidate who was republican or democrat, I tend to either become silent or leave a conversation if it becomes political even remotely. My... Continue Reading →
Jonah
Have you ever thought about checking yourself into a mental institution?Felt like you were looking into a mirror on the backside of your brainAnd that all you found was the potential for terror and not to mention, horror-Your own ability to destroy everything good in your own life?I think the most horrifying moment in life... Continue Reading →
Fire Within and Without
Maybe it's a desire for the end of the surrealA craving for something beyond comprehension-to become real.Maybe its a vindictive self abuseA desire for a pain that speaksTo others and your crueller selfMaybe its a question of worthinessAm I worthy to be worriedOnly if its me tooMaybe it's even worseA desire for the attention to... Continue Reading →
“Write…IN Pain.”
Write in pain.That's what he said. And I was just determined not to write,So no one would see the cuts I can hide.Because you can always hide it With enough control.You just hide.I am not an alcoholic,Nor am I a smokerI'm not a sex addictOr a cutter,I have never tried to kill myself.But in the mind,One can be an... Continue Reading →
Writing to Write
The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →
Circmstances Under Which Coming Home to a Clean House is INFURIATING…Part 1
So, background information to this story is that at the moment I am working two jobs, one of which counts kinda as play, because it is a PLAY 😉 Haha see what I did there? and the other of which is retail. Now, I love retail, and I love theater, but one thing about retail is... Continue Reading →
Advent
How funny it is that suddenlyEveryone you see is just so jolly,Filled with wonder and awe at the season,Yet everyone sits and wonders the reason.The reason for the season is a speech,That sucks the sparkles from you like a leech.You can't refuse a moment's wonderment Because now that results in other men's torment.But for every other... Continue Reading →
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