To be Dainty

“I want to be dainty,” my Body whispered once after a night of dancing and tequila shots, slightly aching but feeling wonderfully used up. “I want to feel petite and darling and fair, to be gathered up in someone’s arms and feel like nothing at all.”   I’ve been called beautiful, voluptuous, cute, pretty, gorgeous… … Continue reading To be Dainty


Most Days

Most days, I have no idea what I'm doing Most days, I just keep going knowing things will happen if I keep myself in line if I follow the plan Most days, I forget that the best pieces of me came when I was flying blind when I dove, head first, into the oblivion and … Continue reading Most Days