Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
I want to rip my chest open and pull out my heart. I want the feeling center of my brain to stop. I just want to be numb. The people I interact with day-to-day have no idea of the complete fuck up I am. Or if they are aware, they sure do a great job and keep it to themselves. I live with extremes in my mind every day. Today it is just amplified. It’s all part of the sickness within me. I know this. The demons I’ve conquered are banging…
Read MoreI’m feeling a bit of the bittersweet symphony of life today. When I woke up today, I did what almost everyone nowadays does – I checked my phone as if it were the morning newspaper. I found that I had received a heartfelt thank you from a friends’ son; I had donated to his fraternity’s philanthropy project. Donating isn’t a big deal for me, as I always help out when it comes to things of that nature. I find it admirable when young adults get involved in helping out…
Read MoreIt’s funny the things you run across when going through old journals and files. Back in the 1990s, before BDSM went mainstream through venues such as Hot Topic and with atrocities of so-called literature like Fifty Shades, I was known to some as the Mistress Lucretia. I was a twisted, somewhat sadistic, yet very affectionate, caring and sensual Dominant. Although these days I resonate more as a switch than a Dominant – which simply means I enjoy both sides of the coin, Dominant and submissive – Lucretia still resides in…
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