“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…
If you’re married, I am NOT interested. If you’re a liar or a cheat, leave me alone. If you withhold the truth (or your feelings for that matter) out of fear of loss or getting hurt, steer clear. If you think sending text messages saying, “I miss you” or “I want u” when you’re not…
“There are many paths to Love and I believe all of them, at some point, must pass through the gate of compassion.” -Kymberlee della Luce More thoughts on on Compassion: Feel the pain of others. Understand their struggles and disappointments, their hardships and inadequecies, and open your heart to them. Realize that everyone is doing…
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…