I could never figure out how people in movies did this so cavalierly; it always hurt my eyes. Maybe if I wore my frames farther down my nose. I felt something important about to unfold before me. You can ask me anything. How often do you and mom have sex? I heard her asking.
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The hair on my legs stood on end. Then, the feeling of needles grazing the flesh of my arm announced itself to my brain. It began pumping through my arteries. My blood ran cold. Junk sickness seized me.
If you don't follow me on social or have any idea what I'm talking about, you can read about the last four months, here. Sending love, light and gratitude to all of you for your support these last few months I want to start by thanking you all for being here. Almost every conversation over the last several months has been about the past. Endings call for beginnings.
This post contains depictions of sexual violence. Here's something I don't talk about very often; I'm a survivor of some pretty fucked up cyber sexual relations. I was 14 when I bought my first laptop with my own money. I was lonely, depressed, suffering from an eating disorder and was recovering from incest. I need a reason to wake up in the morning.