Create what you desire by taking your time and saving your sex for someone who honors you, instead of that which gives you a hint of flattery and desire.
They want you to keep calm because they want to limit your power. They want you to keep your head down, to clock in and out of your job, go home and drink or smoke or eat the pressures away while remaining complacent enough to not make any real change.
I was no angel either. When a guy fucked me right away and deigned to call me the next day, I recoiled, referring to an Eminem lyric that rang all too true.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...
Drink this snake oil, and you will be fixed/enlightened/saved. Take this workshop, and you will be feminine enough to catch an awakened man.
Now, when little ones are on the scene? My language is immaculate. Pristine. That stipulation becomes a way of bringing mindfulness to each word I say. F-bombs become a tool of my own mindfulness school. I keep to heart this one rule: If I can see a child, my language remains ...
Many of us have been married. Many of us have been divorced and even remarried… and if you’re me, that would be married, divorced, married, divorced. Love may have left the building, but we know it’s just a matter of time before love kicks the front door down and takes us on another adventure.
Yes, I want clicks, and yes, I want this to be a career. I want the ability to sustain myself doing something I love just like everyone else in the world wants to do. Maybe I will be lucky and find the pot at the end of the rainbow, or maybe I won’t.