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.
Being a woman has nothing to do with my anatomy or my hobbies or my sexuality or my talents.
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
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
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
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
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