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feeding the beast within

All my life –seriously, all my life, and that is considerable at this point, all my life I’ve felt like I was fighting dragons. Picture me in a medieval princess gown, with a broad sword, fighting off dragons as they come at me from every side. Vicious, horrible things that would make grown men run and cry like little girls. Breathing fire and stank like raw sewage. Ready to incinerate me, roast me, toast me, eat me whole or tear … Continue reading

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thirty years later…

I had to take a little time off from the “other” blog, from writing in general. I’d written about the rape. Again. It’s hard. I was going to say You don’t know what you take from us when you rape us. But, I’d be speaking to people who either don’t care – those who rape on uncontrollable instinct, who feel entitled; or to those who do care – those who rape with the intent of breaking our soul – pimps, … Continue reading

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and some day, never comes…

Some days I’m all Kumbaya Some days I’m all Fight Club Some days I’m all I can’t hear you Some days I’m all Go Away Some days I’m just holding my breath, and swimming as fast as I can.

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