I saw this in a Facebook group, written by a man who wanted to talk to someone that believes that Donald Trump was sent by God and my first question was “why?” but instead of saying that I said “I….am so not your person.” A tentative agreement to […]
This is a story I wrote when I was about seven years old if I remember the details correctly this is going to be amazing, if not it’s going to be stoner gibberish. In 1983, when the island of Pele erupted for what would appear to be the […]
This was a poem written by an artist whose name I’ve long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate […]
The following post is dedicated to my spirit Guardian’s. You know the little voice in your head and heart that tell you what to do when you are feeling broken and insecure? I call mine Siddha Lee Saint James. These are her words, not mine. -Devon J Hall, […]
It feels arrogant to call myself a Teacher, but that’s a word other people have used. I don’t know if it’s true, because I don’t really feel like I am “teaching” anything important. All I am doing is sharing my experience, maybe that’s enough, I’m not sure, the […]
