We are in this together … More Pandemic means we are in this together….
Most young girls dreamed of their first kiss. My first kiss was taken, my first kiss was you, my first men male touch was you.. I was a child and yet you had no regard for that. You were an adult, someone I was supposed to trust, someone they trusted would watch over me. You … More Tonight, I remember…
Hey! Missed you all….wonder who is still there?
I was speaking to a friend recently and asked, why blog? Is it a need to share our problems or success with others? Do we feel we are such experts at something that sharing is caring? Creativity of the mind spilling into thoughts and words that maybe should be shared? Not sure … More Why blog………………?
Just because I smile doesn’t mean I don’t hurt. I’m constantly hurting. But if I reacted to everytime I felt not good enough, not pretty enough, just not to a standard that is adequate to make someone happy, people would know how sad I was. People would see my fears, my flaws, my weakness. They … More Expired
Hope all is well with each one of you. Life has kept me busy….but I’m due for a post soon. Until then, I hope the world is treating each one of you kind!
You’ve seen this woman grow up. I’m no longer the lost, scared, angry, girl you met. I’m full of life with a lot of love to give. Sometimes I’m lost, but I always find my … Source: My Path
Who were you to make a competition out of her? I loved her equally… I needed and wanted her more… You got to keep her.. But there were no winners.. You lost her love.. I lost her touch.. She lost herself. There were no winners.
https://kinkyklarity.wordpress.com/2016/02/22/mind-fuck-me/ So I have chosen to share the above post because… One, she wrote it in honor of a question I asked her…Two, she is so awesome at complementing me way more than I probably deserve…and lastly because it’s at the very least interesting reading.. at the most…you will learn or see a different perspective … More Kinkyklarity…Slavebri
The tears I hide.. The friend I lost. You are there, but you are gone. I see, I feel you, but what you were made of inside, is gone. I hear the words that it’s not true, but my heart now knows it is. Where understanding and patience lived, resentment and coldness have moved in. … More My bestfriend is gone..