I'm finally claiming the victory.
I’ve been questioning who I’ve held myself to be after the summer of ‘73. Why have I been so willing for 40 years to paint myself as a creep? Is it just rote habit, or is punishing myself fulfilling an agenda? That contemptuous persona was defined by one episode. Only recently have I seen it... Continue Reading →
The process wasn't cathartic, it became consuming, repetitive and negative.
... the worse things I had ever done to another person. The memory stings with remorse and regret...
I was raped with cucumbers. I’m pissed. I want to grab one definitely, bite it, eat it, savor it. I want power over it. I won't be ruled by the past, by him! Yeah, yeah, no matter how much I stomp around, I know I won’t. A few days ago I met with my trainer... Continue Reading →
Strike and fight, flight. Spring loaded missile boy
One day closer...
Set default to compassion.
Terror Time Stripped Dry