Other – Mystic River

Feminine rage was never meant to be caged.

Feminine rage is like a caged bird, it was never meant to be caged and can never be more beautiful than when it is set free. The cage is fear of being perceived, fear of upsetting those who are upsetting us, fear that our reaction, that our response to someone else’s wrongdoing to us will…
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Unrequited Love pt. 2

If you’ve never felt the crushing weight that anxiety puts on your body, making it near impossible to breathe, then you might never understand what I’m about to try to describe. It’s standing in a crowded room full of people you don’t know. The air grows thicker and thicker until you have to try to…
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Pre-Submissive

When I think about being a submissive, I can’t ignore all the hardships it took for me to feel comfortable submitting in the first place. For the longest time I was alone, fighting for my survival and acceptance with no one else to lean on. It was a hard life being so independent from such…
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Un-toxic Hyper-independence

Have you ever felt lost without knowing you were lost? Days seem to pass in too much of a blur and it takes everything from you just to make it through all 14 hours or so of the day. Your mind is a never ending checklist as you complete tasks here and there. As you…
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Be the bigger person

Outwardly I feel a cold stillness. An icy calm locks my body into place keeping the explosion inside contained Inside there is a storm of fire and smoke raging. Battle cries and terrible screams ring through me I feel I am the battle grounds of hell itself within Yet I sit quietly and drive …
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I hate how good it feels.

I must truly be a masochist the way I want to run back to those hands. The temptation is a living thing which wraps around my body in a hot embrace Those hands that grip my waist and feel like fire on my skin Like magnets connecting our bodies, every time he pulls away slightly…
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Unrequited Love

Best read while listening to Adagio for strings, Op. 11. I wonder if he knows That every time I say goodbye I intend for it to be the last That I leave with steel in my back But always return with my eyes on my feet watching every step I take backwards I wonder if…
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I’m a sex worker, but I’m still me.

“When did you outgrow your upbringings?” I remember the first time I felt I disappointed a mentor by my career choice. I worked so hard to position myself in a place I could be guided by this particular idol. At this point in my life there was nothing I wanted more than to grow up…
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