Don’t Cry

This is going to be a difficult post to write, but I want to write it for a variety of reasons. The biggest reason is I’ve always felt like I was much better at writing out my thoughts than speaking them. Even then, I’m probably not going to manage to say all of what I …

Blog Me, Baby

I just realized that I totally missed my 5 year blog-iversary. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to do a little history of me and my blogging/writing for conversation’s sake. Journaling had always been something I turned to as a child. It was where I went to spill my guts about boys and things I was …

Hairy Truth

I struggle with my hairy body. My ethnicity means my hair is coarse, thicker, and abundant/obvious. I struggle with not feeling comfortable showing my armpits when I’ve gone longer than two days shaving, or my legs with the stubble gets past a certain point. I am hairy. I get it on my inner thighs, this …

Bare Necessities

I feel like wearing fishnets is some cool fashion thing that I totally missed the boat on. That cool thing all girls are interested in doing or experiencing because it’s sexy and makes your legs look fun. Honestly, I’ve never been a fishnet person. I’ve never been one to wear hose, hold ups, stockings, or …

Looking Glass

So this was my attempt at utopia/dystopia after yesterday’s poll. It’s obviously a longer story and I’ll endeavor to make it so. – The smell of lavender piping through the ceiling vent drew Bianca from her sleep. As she opened her eyes, her shifting brainwaves set the room into motion. Light filtered into the room …

Giving

I’ve mentioned in the past old stories I’ve written that few have seen. I’m trying to work on writing more non-fiction/regular pieces, but fiction has always felt safe to me. Here’s something old to enjoy in the meantime. – “Give me that ass.” He slapped her flank hard, sending a bolt of pain flashing across …

Welcome

This is going to be a jumbly mess, but I’m going to try to express my thoughts. I struggle sometimes with love. That’s not accurate. It’s more I struggle with my understanding of people’s desire to be around me. I don’t always get why people miss me or are excited when I come back to …