I have a complicated relationship with sex. I lost my virginity when I was 15, which was probably too early for me. Once the virginity card had been played, the invisible barrier between kissing and sex was no longer allowed to exist, and when I became that person who ‘had sex’, I always felt like I had to go all the way. Due to this heightened pressure to ‘put out’ as they say, the more prudish I felt towards sex. The more I acted like it wasn’t a big deal, the more emotionally detached I became. I didn’t like lights being on, or trying anything that wasn’t standard for fear of doing it wr ..read more

Why not lash out when my lips are so beautiful when they snarl? & who is to stop my tongue from dispensing a deserved lashing? Don’t dismiss a quick comeback for something that is not intended to be said. Time is not a cage for my words when I’m defending My own honor. & if not me, then who? I believe in self defense and that comes in forms beyond physical assault. No you do not get to say who I am While I sit still and proper, A mannequin to be dismantled by others when it’s convenient for them. No, I’m the poet of my own prose, The artist of my twisted path, Blotted and sme ..read more

There’s this episode of Grey’s Anatomy that for the longest time has been engraved into the back of my head (in all honesty, almost all 14 seasons I have watched of the show are). I’ll set the scene: It’s Season 8. Dr. Teddy Altman has tragically lost her husband, Henry, at the hands of her most prized student, Cristina Yang. Now being a widow, Teddy has been dealing with an overwhelming fluctuation of emotions. Having recently joined a grief counseling group centered on being a widow, the head of the group asks the widows to complete a task before their next meeting: stand in front of a mirro ..read more