Be Incomplete
Today I didn’t feel cool, collected or in control. Today I was incomplete.
Today I didn’t feel cool, collected or in control. Today I was incomplete.
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
I did the #10YearChallenge, placing a photo of me from 2009 side-by-side with one from me now. It brought up life lessons.
Alone time doesn’t always look like this. More often than not, it’s faded, crumpled, tattered even. But it’s important.
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
I started 2019 on a promising note. I broken through long held fears. I fell splatch but even my blood stains make art.
I have opened my bookshelf after a long time. Books are the best.
Millennial Free Love Or Old Cheating With A New Name? I’ve written about polyamory before. I’ve known polyamorous people. I’ve been out with some. I have felt a deep connection, even great affection for a polyamorous person. But I’ve also known a lot of men who use polyamory as license…
This month began with news of the death of one of my close relatives. A few minutes before midnight, he was found at his computer, hand still on the mouse, the light and life gone from his eyes.
Don’t objectify me. Don’t deify me. I am not a sex object. I am not a worship object. I am no goddess. I am a person. I am a voice.