They’re all “Bachelor Man, I really love you. Like really love. You, Bachelor Man. I love you. Please look at me. Bachelor Man? Say it back. Please? You love me more than you love Crazy the Psycho Girl, right? Bachelor Man? Have you seen my boobs, Bachelor Man?” From there, it progresses like this: all but three finalists are weeded out and saved from the rest of the humiliation which comes with being a finalist. Continue reading
I am a multicoloured landscape. I am busy and determined. I am soft and unaware. I am mother. I am woman. I am partner, loved and loving. I am leader. I am mentor and enemy and one who has hurt, and can hurt others. I am laughter and deep blue tears. Continue reading
If you have been stalked and hunted by memories of a predator, if your hope has been swallowed in years of silent screams, if hope has long ago left your vision, please, please, do not suffer silently.
There are those who will listen. Continue reading
So this morning, everyone was away, and I was taking a break from not thinking. I decided I’d challenge myself to a game of pool. It was quite a heated game, but I won the hat. Continue reading