I ask her to trust that desire, without the great lover, without the 'right' body, without the permission from anyone else but her own.
I never made myself sick; I never starved myself on purpose. I didn’t binge-eat and purge. But with the combined efforts of insecurity within myself and instances of depression or stress stealing upon me when I least expected it, I became unhealthily thin. The thing is, when you have disordered ...
I am splayed out in front of you. I am all bare, blinking flesh and beat red limbs and matching moles on my inner thighs and you cant help but already hate the next man who gets to fall asleep here, with me. You can’t help but want to see the insides of his skull.
Courage is in waking to the wreckage of a life well-spent in perfect balance of fortune and failure and strutting to your sexy life rhythms. Courage means that one seeks not to compare myself against the variables of the human prototype but against fragile, unliberated previous incarnations of ...
Do we dare to let our hungers dry up and be contented with who we are, with what we have? Do we dare to start feeling good, Divine, exactly where we are right now? Or do we make up conditions on how it’s supposed to look or feel or what enough-ness and creativity is for us?