On dating and #NotAllMen

This is a story about the last date I went on.This is a story about dating and drinking and butterflies.This is a story about #NotAllMen.This, dear friends, is a triggering story. Once upon a time I met J…let’s call him Alpheus. I met Alpheus online. When I say INSTANT CONNECTION!!! We spoke endlessly for hours,

Three in the morning

Like physical wounds, our mind’s wounds hurt, bleed and heal with time. This details the wounds that inflict our thoughts in the early morning.

If I were a boy (child)

patriarchal princesses perpetuate the idea that men, by virtue of being born with penises, are worthy of a respect unattainable by non-men

T*W Whose agency is it anyway? On rape and silence (part 2)

Was I just, was I just violated?Nah, don’t be silly man. He did not rape you. If he had, you’d be traumatized. You’d be having flashbacks and you’d be bruised, torn. Face – disheveled. Legs – unmovable. Vagina – dismembered. Hotel – Trivago. Isn’t that what we had been taught on TV, in movies, that

T*W. Whose agency is it anyway? On rape and silence (part 1)

I let him hug me goodbye in the middle of a public road and giggled when he tried to kiss meI stood frozen as I watched him walk away, a shy smile on my lips, not anticipating the tears that would soon betray my face. I stood frozen and watched him walk awayWhen his silhouette

Candle in the Dark

Can I set the scene? It is Easter weekend. I am in my room, on my three-seater couch, comfortable under a throw blanket, one cushion behind me, two more at my feet. A vanilla-scented candle is lit on my table, and a large coffee mug contains a hazelnut cappuccino. This is it. This scene is

My fifth “no more alcohol” declaration

After what happened last night, I realize that I may need to rethink alcohol drinking. Last night was malignant, for many reasons. I slept with someone I had zero intentions of ever even hugging. I cannot remember how it happened, when or why. All I know is, I was severely inebriated. That, my dear, is

Eat Pray Love…it’s time

My life, right now, is somewhat of a mess. All of it. I have no idea how I got to this place. All I know is, this was not the plan. My health – all of it – is at junk status. My body, mind, heart and spirit seem to all be in cahoots. All