Becoming Comfortable With The Uncomfortable
I talk about sex because I fucking enjoy it.
I talk about my pain because I survived it.
I don’t need to stomach it for other people’s palates.
And yes, I’ve said the word “DICK” in the same sentence as “HEALING.”
Because guess what? Sometimes healing looks like taking a bubble bath with wine and R&B playing softly in the background.
And sometimes it looks like having your back blown out by someone who knows the clit isn’t a myth.
Soulmates, Silver Linings, & Love Written in The Stars
“My mom is the oxygen that sustains the air-flow to his lungs. She is the reason his heart keeps on beating one struggling tick after another.
She is the life force that surrounds this man’s aura.
And I noticed for the few days my mother was admitted in the hospital, once she was removed from his electromagnetic field—the light fading slowly around my father as his worry grew.”
