Age 14, Take 2

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 →

It’s just food?

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 →

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