I want to explain that by ‘alter you’, I mean alter who you think you are. You are not your body. You are not a number. You are not a colour. You are not a race. You are not a name. You are not a country. You are not a label. So who are you? Find out and your skin will fit.
My best friend got married last week. That deserves a post. But I can’t think of anything meaningful to say. I’ll miss her. She’s not leaving me. But people change after marriage. She won’t. Even if she does, I’ll still love her. Does she know that? She knows everything. Is…
Why was there blood on the dance floor? Because Susie had her period. Ha, bloody ha.
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
“Will you blog about today?” he murmured. Outside almost curtained windows, a hot afternoon had turned to the kind of evening she’d describe as romantic or dreary depending on who she spent it with. End of day or night being born, depending on who she answered. Inside, she thought, was…
We belong to a three dimensional world. What’s 3 when you compare it to infinity?
Books, clothes, lingerie, perfumes, shoes, music – they’re all expensive. Can’t be helped. Some things are worth paying for. And myself is definitely worth it. Charge it to my card, please. The best part of financial independence is not needing to account to someone else. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ A modern Indian woman…
I miss the old blog posts.where we really go to read your views on gender relationships