I suck at French. I can’t say or spell anything in French. Why do you bother putting letters […]
Category Archive: on being…
Autobiographical posts.
I’m not very good at interpersonal relationships. It could be because I spent a year with a pedophile […]
I don’t know how. I just wrote a guest post for Black Box Warnings. Yay! Sorry, you won’t […]
I’ve talked a lot about my past, but I haven’t really talked about the chapter of substance abuse. […]
I first met Monster #2–the domestic violence monster, not the pedophile–when we were in high school. I had […]
By all accounts, I am a rather attractive female. I’m 5’9″ (175 cm) and proportionately built. I have […]
I have Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD), Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD), Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD), […]
I’ve been searching for my old photos for weeks now. Ever since I wanted to add pictures of […]
This post is about domestic violence. The most frustrating aspect of my abuse, both the childhood sexual abuse […]
One of the results of child sexual abuse that people don’t readily talk about is just how fucked […]
I watched a documentary the other day called My Perestroika about the last generation of Soviet kids to […]
I read a post at Knocked Over By A Feather called Taboo Topic #7: Tattoo’s where Merbear said: […]
Warning: this post is about child sexual abuse. I’m a pretty forthcoming blogger. There’s not much I haven’t […]
As you may or may not know (or will know as soon as I type the rest of […]
Warning: This is not a nice story. In part one of Hurt, I told how my story of […]
I was born here: I think that’s where I was born anyway. Actually, I’m not sure if that […]
Fish Of Gold 