Abuse is a funny sort of thing. I mean not funny “ha ha”, but more like funny “oh”. I met a great person in a trauma survivors group. As a youth, she was beat up by her mother. A lot. The more she cried, the harder she’d get hit. So she learned not to cry. … More Someone else’s story
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It has been a slow boat for me to get here. But I’m here now. Any curtailing of the mention of my arrival would be classified as regression. And so, I write. It’s not that I didn’t know I was bisexual. Like all the proper media clips say, it really isn’t a choice. I believe now … More I am bisexual and representation is important
I started this blog so that I would have somewhere to put my old ideas. And I hoped in doing this my creative juices would start flowing. And then! I would see that my work was being looked at by someone and I would feel obligated to share more current ideas. This was all going … More my bed head