Today I unmasked in front of about 8-15 women in the women’s shelter. I’ve noticed many here who who are autistic or neurospicy. And they are overly open about it. And they are happy being themselves. Somehow they managed to live here unmasked. And I find that to be a happy thing. Because it gives me chances to unmask or mask and I’ve been choosing to unmask at times. Only thing that’s helped me wasn’t the alcohol but the weed. I’ve taken up drinking and I’m appalled at myself. Silly me...

Honestly, I see this very hot and bothered yet forbidden situation im in as one of the greatest poems I’ve ever written just playing out in front of me and around me. This woman, quietly, and deeply attaching our desires together, our aches, our yearnings, for a year, only to likely become one of the best nights of our life, and part of the poetry is, she’s experienced and older with the sweetest yet badass demeanor and it turns me on. Every time I see her I’m in need of new panties. And I’m...

Remember? Not much editing lately! (Posting finally because some woman who likes me back mentioned I don’t post enough stuff) I’m just gonna say that it all started months ago. My husband and I got a notice that we were to be evicted, because our property management of our rental gave us the proper amount and legal amount of days to pack all of our shit in vacate. They gave us notice that we were to leave within a few months, and then we didn’t do shit during those few months, and my husband...