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 […]
Why I play with my cunt…
About This Book….
My youngest self has been through a lot. At thirteen I wanted to be a model, I had plans of joining Tyra Banks on the cat walk and being celebrated as the […]
Every Time You Hit A Woman…
In yesterday’s post I spoke a lot about how “this could happen here, and oh look, a shooting,” but as I sit here watching America’s Got Talent, I am thinking about my […]
Welcome to Surrey, BC
Another death in Surrey today. Another fear that all out war is on the way. I woke and missed an appointment that I very much wanted to attend for personal reasons, and […]
