Yesterday I realized how many names I call myself, how I have continued to denigrate myself after all the years of husbands and boyfriends doing it for me it seemed I had learned my lesson well.
I also realized I was running, if I kept my mind busy thinking…Continue
i taste through words
the subtle, the piquant
she, a flavor of strawberry champagne, my first drunk
you, a pervasive stench of trich, clinging to the back of my throat long after I hit the off button
why the fuck do you think that is acceptable?
really? no one in the real world told you (nonverbally or verbally) that those thoughts were not ok?
or maybe you are putting them out for show for the first time-
the unveiling of the morass
Racism gets really silly and completely political when you try to define a particular Race.
The best current example is President Obama who is celebrated as the first African American President. He is half white - bi-racial. What makes him more black than white? The way he looks? His mannerisms? Or, is it simply that he chooses to be black? Or is it that the press has decided for him? Just…Continue
I was sitting on the air conditioner under the deck listening to the sounds of cars whirring down the toll road. I had been crying. I'm not sure why. I cried all the time. Whenever I found myself alone, I took the opportunity for a release and I cried. I cried because I was exhausted from holding myself together. I was like a vase that had been dropped and shattered. I picked up the pieces and struck them back together as best I could with Scotch tape but there were chunks missing. I cried…Continue
Warning: This piece is graphic and may not be suitable for little ones and little minds.There is a side of nature that slaps one smack in the face. Sometimes the shock is connected and sometimes the connection is shocking, never the less, this is life, horrible as it can be. Real.
Don't get me wrong, to question it is part of living it. There comes a first time, sad as it is, that shakes us into questioning. Exploring beyond our comfort is what makes us stronger. It's what makes us…Continue
If you've been wondering where he is and what he's been doing, the mystery is solved. He was at the Pagan festival I went to this weekend.…Continue
It almost always amazes me when I look at things done between friends and strangers. In that, I mean, currently I am trying to fund raise to get my freelance business going. There isn't much that I need but, what I do need is the expensive stuff. Things like a big external hard drive, possibly a desktop computer, a high quality printer and so on. While doing this fundraising, I also have plans to give back, which may not seem like much to the average person but, the things that I have…Continue
Added by Azure Phoenix on August 6, 2012 at 11:28am — No Comments
A short while ago my little poodle, Phoebe, seventeen years old, started showing undeniable traits of canine dementia. With one eye removed and the other clouded with cataracts, she could no longer retreat from stairs and she would walk in circles, in search of what still remains a mystery to us. When put out to relieve herself, the “crop circling” as we called it, began again, sometimes so fast she would lose her balance and fall, only to…Continue
Just please don't drop dead in front of your spouse, clutching your chest when your heart says enough with the burgers and "a few" extra pounds and no exercise and I'm on the floor at your head dropping a tube down your throat while my partner is starting a line on whatever looks like a vein and fire fighters are beating on your chest a hundred times a minute and we're watching the scope for a shockable rhythm while your spouse is near panic (and your children stand gape-mouthed) but still…Continue
although we don't know what caused the massacre of the sikhs in wisconsin, it brings to the forefront what many fear: to be hurt or killed for "being different". i get chills -- in the deep south (u.s.) i've faced that kind of discrimination; to be chased out of grocery stores / gas stations in 4 different states is no laughing matter... and i'm considered a "good minority".
yesterday, i participated in a discussion (on facebook) in which a few people said that…
As my first post I wanted to let anyone who comes across this know that I am in no way stuffing my beliefs in anyone's face. This is something that I wrote that I have been needing to do for some time.
First, I want to let you know that these are my thoughts only. Second, if anyone comes to me saying anything negative toward the path I walk, be prepared for me to…Continue
It feels like its getting stronger everyday
This thing inside of me
I cannot seem to make it go away
And lately its suffocating me
I search for someone to blame
For this thing inside of me
Has anyone else felt the same
I just want somebody to see
I dont wanna hurt anymore
I just sit here and weep
My heart cannot heal the sore
It even haunts me in my sleep
This thing inside of me
Its there everyday
Please go away I…
Many years ago, late at night while traveling, my daughter asked me, “What in the world are those people (walking along the street as we were driving) doing out so late?!” By their mere presence outdoors at a late hour a negative judgment was being formed. My responses were somewhat of a brainstorm. “What if they work second shift and this is basically the equivalent to their evening and they wanted to have a walk. Maybe they have no vehicle and a family member called and they are…Continue
"I accidentally called her your name today." He casually mentioned as we sat on the back porch. She was the girl he'd left me for. He explained that his cousin had bet him that he couldn't have her. He had to leave me to win. He could never cheat on me, like he was cheating on her.
All I knew was that I needed to hang on to a piece of him, however small. He was the only happiness that had ever touched my life. I was just a tiny moth, happy to let his unyielding flames lick at my…
He had started the car but I was standing in the way so he couldn't close the door. He stood, wrapped his arms around me, and brushed the back of his hand across my cheek. His lips softly pressed against my forehead. My entire body was electrified. I was a fire that quivered and melted into his chest. I lost all control. He owned me now.
"Why did you do that?" My voice was a stranger.
"I don't know. My grandma always kissed me like that." His grandma? She was probably the only…
Added by Kim Inedge on August 5, 2012 at 10:15am — No Comments
It’s an issue of mine.
Always feeling like I’m left out of everything: not included in the discussion, not invited, not being one of the cool kids. And here I am, an adult, with friends and a nice house and a kind of interesting job and I still fight the belief that is feeling like the outcast; the fundamentally flawed persona non grata.
Later today, I have plans to go hear music with a friend, maybe several friends. I will laugh and I will dance and I will do what I…Continue
Ok, so... I'm reaching one of those mental breakpoints of mine.
Between issues with the drunkard probably closet pedophile bastard neanderthal maintenance guy in my park, who is friends with everyone else here, so that turns some more neighbors against me (didja know neighbors don't like it when, even if they're blasting tunes at 2 AM, they don't appreciate cops being called on them? good thing I'm not in…
Added by Alicia The Cat on August 4, 2012 at 6:00pm — No Comments