Fake Positivity

“Good vibes only” doesn’t leave room for the darker side of humanity.

(But I’m tired of wasting valuable time feeling sad & incapable so I’m leaning in. )

I’m reminding myself that if you forge a smile long enough, then your brain forgets that it’s fake.

And so I’ll plaster a fucking smile to my face until we all believe it.

Thirst traps

I know it’s weird to say, but I love falling into someone’s thirst trap— especially if it is someone whom I’ve never considered having the potential to be sexy.

Like yeah, you’re objectively attractive, but who knew that you could be provocative?

It shocks me to my very core sometimes.

✨go little rockstar ✨


Even the ones who pretend to be harmless…

Even the ones who claim they have good intentions…

Even the “nice guys”…

Even the ones who say they just wanna be your friend..

Want to tear into you with grimy bare hands like a starving savage ripping into a warm pink centered filet.

Not Dating Anymore

I’m done.

I’ve had enough.

I’m good. (Not at dating; I’m actually the worst at that 🤪)

I have bad taste in men. I have no idea, up close, what a solid, emotionally stable relationship looks like. I’ve never had one. My mother never had one. My grandmother never had one. I’m trying to break all of these generational curses brought on by teen parenthood, drug abuse, poverty, abandonment issues & trauma passed along from my parents.

This is the one I really can’t master. So I’m going to take some time for therapy and self work.

In dating over the last two years, I have had the following experiences:

-“Homeboy, are you doing hard drugs in my bathroom?” -October

-“Odinism is your belief system, huh? Never heard of that.” **Google gives history referencing white supremacy & Nazi history. -September

-“Wait, how long were you in prison?” -August

“Wait, how long were you in prison?” -September

-“Wait, how long were you in prison?”-September

(yes, three times in a row with longer sentences/time served each time) 😳🙃

-One guy gave me an unprompted, non-consensual foot massage mid-date.

-Another bought me kegel weights before our first date.

-One guy told me that I look hispanic in some of my pictures. I said thank you. He said it wasn’t a compliment.

-One guy said that he didn’t want to date but rather he wanted me to “be a fuckdoll for him and his friends to pass around.”

-One guy said that he “hopes that my pig-ass gets pregnant with a half breed.” when I asked if he supports BLM.

-After a date Christmas shopping last year, one guy stole three pairs of socks and a shirt that I bought from Express for my mother.

-Another told me that I think that i’m smarter and prettier than I actually am.

-Another guy that I was seeing for a couple months told me his kink was for me to ask him to cum in me. He explicitly assured me that he wouldn’t actually do it, he just wanted me to ask. And then he did anyways. 😑

Yeah so I need to take some time for self reflection to make better choices for myself.

Climbing Out

I have had enough. I just want to get back out and see the sunshine.

Once again, I am finding myself at the bottom of that old familiar cobblestone well in the far corner of my mind.

My eyes have well adjusted to the dark and I am staring at the imprint of myself in dried mud. At least I am no longer lying down with my flesh pressed into the earth. I am upright, if hunched over & just barely.

But this is the hard part.

Once I have decided to rise from the dead, I have to figure out how.

I don’t bring a rope or ladder when I fall into the well; I only get out by clawing my way to the top, sheer willpower.

But I am still tired. It would be so much easier if I were to just lay back down.