Seeing Clearly Through the Holidays — On Smaller Circles, Bigger Hearts & Choosing What Really Matters
This was the first time in years where the holidays didn’t feel like something I had to perform my way through.
No proving.
No pretending.
No over giving.
No trying to hold onto connections that only holds me back.
Just a day that felt effortlessly full.
For the first time, in an extremely long time—the holiday felt like it fit.
This isn’t the season of my life where I chase people.
This is the season where I choose myself—and the people who choose me too.
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.
The 90s Sitcoms Lied: Reinventing Yourself Isn’t a Midlife Crisis
“UNLEARNING TAKES GUTS. REWRITING YOUR LIFE MID-WAY THROUGH ISN’T EASY.
IT PISSES PEOPLE THE FUCK OFF. IT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. BECAUSE WHEN YOU WAKE UP, YOU SHOW OTHERS HOW DEEPLY ASLEEP THEY STILL ARE.”
Entry Ten: Sexpectations vs. Reality: Dating in your 40s- Part Deux
“Because when sex is good–with the right person–it’s a goddamn religious experience.
And that blowjob you used to dread giving?
It won’t feel so much like a chore anymore.
It’ll feel like a gift.
One your mouth is happy to deliver. With grace and a little bit of vengeance. “
The Sacred Shit Show Before the Start
Healing is a slow, annoying, mind-bending process that sometimes feels like trying to do yoga in a straightjacket. And when life gets quiet, my brain—being the chaotic cunt it is—fills the silence with worst-case scenarios and imaginary arguments with people I haven’t spoken to in years. Staying in my Positive Polly era is a full-time job, but sometimes it just feels like the world is crumbling and I’m stuck underneath it with a tiny plastic spoon and a half-charged vibrator for support.
