Living With The Struggle
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
I was trolled last week about my appearance. Other people’s reactions brought me insights about the role of shame in their lives and made me think about mine.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
Getting older has me reevaluating what it means to care and thus, how closure looks It doesn’t have to be clean.
Twenty-six years ago on this day, I had my first period.
I’ve returned to thinking about men and romantic relationships after a nearly two year hiatus. There was just so much going on with other things, health, work and family that my inclinations had all but dried up. I had to shore up my emotional reserves and that meant going into battery saver mode. The easiest thing to stop, the first non essential thing was seeking men to date.
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
In the story of Masters and Johnson (Masters Of Sex), Bill Masters does not come off looking good in any way.
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
I’m currently watching the TV series, Masters of Sex. It was the first show I began on Netflix when I first subscribed. I had to stop and move to other things that were easier. I’ve tried to come back several times and I think this time I’ll manage to finish…