Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day. He beckoned for me to follow him into my room and as usual, I obliged. I knew what would happen next because when he wanted my body he got it. I was face... Continue Reading →
The Cycle.
Love Desire, safe Devotion, fidelity, intimacy, perseverance Manipulating, exploiting, betraying Unbearable, insufferable Abuse
Cowardice is Not Love
Written by: Anonymous This article was written by someone who wishes to remain anonymous but who is in the middle of deconstructing. GwenAnn and I have edited it some for clarity but it remains the work of this anonymous author who had something to say that fits into our philosophical discussion of deconstruction but who... Continue Reading →
The first moment
From the moment she first laid eyes on him she knew. He was in his late 20s and fit. He was clearly from a bigger city than the one they were in that night and his urban look made her worry that the feelings she had of dread were because they were different races. That... Continue Reading →
The Coffee Theory, or How a Harsh Journey Brings Flavor to Our Life’s Story
Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love. Turkish proverb Coffee, that elixir of life, that magic bean juice which brings the dead back to life each day. Enjoyed the world over for its richness and flavor, there's something about it that tea - much as I... Continue Reading →
When I Realized My Parents Taught Me to Be A Battered Spouse
CW: child physical abuse, adult domestic violence I have heard people criticize victims of abuse because they didn't report the abuser to their school counselor or teacher, because they didn't ask for help, because they didn't tell their doctor or call the police. I have heard people criticize different Dugger women for standing by their... Continue Reading →
Covid 2022: When Protecting the Weak Became Dehumanizing
The intent of caring for and protecting the Other has largely disappeared and it has been replaced with the dehumanization and arrogance that says that my disability, my illness, my life don't matter as long as you get your life back to the way you want it.
Emptiness.
I smiled as the glass shards were thrown in my back and I silently wept as everyone dreamed soundly. Cruel words were hurled at me as his bottle emptied and I brushed them off to no avail. He stole the joy, hope and innocence I once had and replaced it with the emptiness he bore.
timing
maybe you’re right and it never was about a lack of desire to stay maybe it just happened that we met at the wrong timeeven so…i grieve the loss of a love i never tasted because of timing
the kintsukuroi life 