people often mistake the hormonal amplification of a feeling as a sign the feeling has no merit at all, when it might be at the root of something that's been bubbling under the surface for a long time.
Tag: women
What being a woman means to me: A Writing Challenge
Being a woman has nothing to do with my anatomy or my hobbies or my sexuality or my talents.
Ms. Hardy’s 6th Grade Class
I remember the first time I became aware of her. I was sent to her classroom with a note from another teacher. I'd stepped in just as she was quieting down her students after some sort of disruption, and she turned her head as I opened the door with her big, almost accusatory eyes piercing… Continue reading Ms. Hardy’s 6th Grade Class
I’ve joined Dumbledore’s Army
Last night I had what was best described as a "mind-blowing carnal experience." I don't recall a time I have ever so relished and given in to the absolutely hedonistic joy of being alive, in love, and in glorious rapture. So much so that for a brief moment in the midst of uncontrollable orgasms, I… Continue reading I’ve joined Dumbledore’s Army
Angry White Woman
I'm angry. I'm angry, and it's not just because recent events have exposed my complacency with an imbalanced system because I was under the impression that "things will get better." I mean, that makes me angry. It makes me angry to have been so wrong. It means I was believing lies and avoiding truths. There… Continue reading Angry White Woman
Smut, Interrupted
Let me tell you about the story I'm not telling you. The one that you'd think would be so appropriate for me to tell on this site. This past weekend, some seriously HOT stuff happened. It was depraved and there was sweat and bondage and so. much. penetration. If I could have stepped outside my… Continue reading Smut, Interrupted
Today’s Smile: An Alternative Fact
A long time ago, when everything that mattered in my life was a mess and I spent more time crying than smiling, I decided to try something to combat the sadness that would sometimes threaten to knock me down. I would force myself to smile. It worked reasonably well. Chalk it up to one of… Continue reading Today’s Smile: An Alternative Fact
Growing Pains
I can't words right. So, I'll just spew it out: This past weekend was a huge one for me on a professional level. I was given my opportunity to shine, and shine I did. The right people saw it. Ten years at this organization and, for the first time, I felt like I had my… Continue reading Growing Pains
Ritual
Her shoulders are hunched as she takes each knock-kneed baby step toward the kitchenette, using her french-manicured and liver-spotted hands to steady herself on any furniture she passes along the way. I offer to help, but no. She won't allow it. I sit back and send an email to work that I'll be late this… Continue reading Ritual
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, I don't know how well I can write this. Rather, I know I can write it well - I just don't know if I could write it well enough to get through to you. For as long as I can remember, I have chosen the path of non-engagement when it comes to discussing… Continue reading Dear Dad
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