Red On The Floor
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds. It’s time to recuperate.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
Solidarity is seen as a quality used to protect wrongdoers from consequences. Everyone is made to participate as a virtue.
Fleeting Mutual Intimacies are….
The Danger of Conversations
RECUPERATE – For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds
Disappointment is such a hard teacher but its lessons are so deep. We just need to navigate away from the ease of hate.