Posts Tagged: acceptance
I’m Not Finished
Today I heard about the passing of a friend. I’ve known him since I was 14. We were the same age. His mother even tried to set us up, in vain. But over the years we became friends. The kind
I’m Not Finished
Today I heard about the passing of a friend. I’ve known him since I was 14. We were the same age. His mother even tried to set us up, in vain. But over the years we became friends. The kind
“Why Not Just Get a Guy?”
The image from this post is from an amazing site I found cruising the internet. Meg Allen has a photography site with a project entitled BUTCH which pretty much sums up the simple answer to my question. Can I say, yes
“Why Not Just Get a Guy?”
The image from this post is from an amazing site I found cruising the internet. Meg Allen has a photography site with a project entitled BUTCH which pretty much sums up the simple answer to my question. Can I say, yes
Unless…
Have you ever had that person that you are wholly addicted to? And yet you feel like you need to leave them alone. Better yet, somehow the universe forces you both apart.And worse still, you find that it might be
Unless…
Have you ever had that person that you are wholly addicted to? And yet you feel like you need to leave them alone. Better yet, somehow the universe forces you both apart.And worse still, you find that it might be
A Quirky Goddess
I have friends that have a fashion business. They take indian inspired wear and sell it to everyone they meet. They market it with pictures of themselves because they’re gorgeous and they live a nomadic, the-world-is-my-oyster kind of life. The
A Quirky Goddess
I have friends that have a fashion business. They take indian inspired wear and sell it to everyone they meet. They market it with pictures of themselves because they’re gorgeous and they live a nomadic, the-world-is-my-oyster kind of life. The
Midnight Rain…
A little bit of a dark musing… *** It’s always raining when I think about running to you. It must be a product of my eager and over-active imagination. But it’s always raining. As though my external environment might somehow
Midnight Rain…
A little bit of a dark musing… *** It’s always raining when I think about running to you. It must be a product of my eager and over-active imagination. But it’s always raining. As though my external environment might somehow
Prayer of the Handmaiden: A five-star fantasy where love conquers all!
So Here’s the Deal… Erinda is born a servant girl whose family has served the royal House of Rane in Ithyria for generations. She has never rebelled against her life. She has embraced servant life in the palace with all
Prayer of the Handmaiden: A five-star fantasy where love conquers all!
So Here’s the Deal… Erinda is born a servant girl whose family has served the royal House of Rane in Ithyria for generations. She has never rebelled against her life. She has embraced servant life in the palace with all
First Deserve, Then Desire…
I’ve often told myself that before I can reach for whatever it is that makes my heart thump and the wheels in my head turn with inspiration I need to deserve it. I’ve done this to myself even when it
First Deserve, Then Desire…
I’ve often told myself that before I can reach for whatever it is that makes my heart thump and the wheels in my head turn with inspiration I need to deserve it. I’ve done this to myself even when it
When I grow up, I want to be a miracle…
I read a post the other day where a blogger wrote about the experience of coming out to those around him. He knew that the entire situation would come as a shock to some but he wanted to affirm that
When I grow up, I want to be a miracle…
I read a post the other day where a blogger wrote about the experience of coming out to those around him. He knew that the entire situation would come as a shock to some but he wanted to affirm that
The Island of Misfit Toys…
I was a cultural mutt growing up. My parents joined those who went East in search of spiritual answers for their everyday, material problems. They spent years pontificating on the existence of God and what that being must be like.
The Island of Misfit Toys…
I was a cultural mutt growing up. My parents joined those who went East in search of spiritual answers for their everyday, material problems. They spent years pontificating on the existence of God and what that being must be like.
New Year, New Goal
Two years ago, I was just focused on coming out. I had been bottling feelings up and hiding myself from any and everyone. I refused to acknowledge truths about myself that were absolutely, blatantly obvious, and in the process, I
New Year, New Goal
Two years ago, I was just focused on coming out. I had been bottling feelings up and hiding myself from any and everyone. I refused to acknowledge truths about myself that were absolutely, blatantly obvious, and in the process, I
The Difference Between Quiet and Silence
I’ve had marriage on the brain lately. Well, not exactly marriage as much as weddings. I used to have all these ideas growing up of the perfect wedding because I’m a girl. A pretty feminine girl even though I’m not
The Difference Between Quiet and Silence
I’ve had marriage on the brain lately. Well, not exactly marriage as much as weddings. I used to have all these ideas growing up of the perfect wedding because I’m a girl. A pretty feminine girl even though I’m not
Roses and Whimsy 