SLAVE TO THE CAGECould you believe it if I told you that it has been more than 2 years since my last post here? Exactly 29 months. I was romanced with the…Jun 7, 2024Jun 7, 2024
ScribblesI’ve been wanting to write for a while, but every morning my energy was rimming with the zombie apocalypse. Even with 14 hours of sleep, a…Jan 25, 2022Jan 25, 2022
Finding my place.In my dance experience, my favourite place was always: back to the left. There was a comfort of being behind, there was a security to be to…Dec 21, 2021Dec 21, 2021
How many maybe,how many what if, how many chances I’ve to delude myself with, to decide to let my craves away and truly look at what’s in front of me? How…Dec 11, 2021Dec 11, 2021
He called me Mona Lisa.His eyes dropped in mine, he dived in my soul and strengthened his embrace. " You are Mona Lisa", he whispered. He could see the ethereal…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
I have clear memoriesof feeling suppressed early in my life, having difficulties understanding my emotions, and projecting rage to any loving intention. "Please…Dec 3, 2021Dec 3, 2021
Growing up, there was a lot of sense of shame with identifying as a woman.I am that womanApr 9, 2021Apr 9, 2021
