Walking home alone at night as I almost always do, because I don't need to be protected although it's often assumed that I need it and maybe I do sometimes but when I start living that way that's when they've really got me more than every time they've threatened me. I sing to myself as the slight melancholy teary eyes takes over - it's often Lana Del Rey's "Born to Die" or CocoRosie's "Animals". And at times there is so much going on - poverty, suffering and I don't want to be a philanthropist who gives a dime and than doesn't give a shit, and I don't want to be cold-hearted neoliberal nor a bleeding heart liberal. And it's this system. This cycle push-pull between privileges and oppressions and hierarchies and I want it all gone and when it permeates my own view of people I want to kick it out the back door. And there are too few rights. And too many wrongs.
I can't believe I'm actually winning arm-wrestling matches for the first time in my life - FEMME-POWERHOUSE - I started doing yoga for my crazies and ended up buffing up as well as being in more control of my crazy and not waisting it everywhere like I used to. And today I found the purr-fect pink lipstick for three dollars and San Francisco is such a beautiful city and I'm bouncing around it like I was Björk...
What? I have feelings for somebody and actually feel good and comfortable in the whole situation. That's a new feeling. And I was able to cum through having sex for the first time in years. Cheers to healing from abuse ♥