Alright guys, no more over-editing for me… you get raw and real, I’m not playing this game anymore, masking and people pleasing, it’s overwhelming…. So just read it how I say it all in my mind and often now, out loud… under-edited and unhinged. So… to start off here, I know I look like some innocent girl, lately I say I look like a teenage boy cuz I cut my hair like a freak. Which I am.… But I love being sensual AND sexual. If I’m taking care of my body, my mind, my emotions and my life…. me...

My whole life after 25 is me living in anticipation of my death despite my constant attempts to distract myself from it. And it’s inevitable… death. But I’m constantly hyper aware of it. I never have even a moment anymore where it’s not on my mind. The fear of it. The heavy awareness of it. The weight of it. The pain of it. I’ve come to a point of awareness of self and life that I can’t escape it. Can’t turn from it. Push away from it. Hide it from myself. Can’t avoid it. Abandon it. Can’t be...

The sarcasm, jokes, and ignorant comments of dissent within the comment section surrounding Robin Buckley’s TED talk: "Why I Gave My Teenage Daughter a Vibrator" …is, honestly, annoyingly blatant and loud, and it is a bunch of nonsense left entirely by those who have not truly listened. They have not sat with the words she says, have not trace-mapped the statistics she points out and did the work on, and have not allowed themselves the discomfort required to empathize with the fundamental...