Musing

Privacy is good. Secrecy? That’s my addict doing pushups in the basement.

Forgiveness isn’t something we do. It’s something that happens to us — if we let it.

Two thoughts on forgiveness, redemption, and the possibility of starting over.

I don’t owe those fuckers forgiveness. I don’t owe them shit.

I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone who’d have me as a partner.

A book about trauma, and the gravitational pull of repetition compulsion.

Masturbation is to sex as a candy bar is to dinner.

Some days I’m just horny — not in the old, addicted, craving-the-whole-dark-package way, but in the plain old healthy, no-relief-in-sight way.

Girl on the Net busts some myths about strip clubs. I bust them differently.

Tell me what you want me to do with them.