Relationship ideals

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I want real dates, regularly. Once a week at first then can be once every two weeks as we see each other and talk more in every day life.Dates with effort in conversation, politeness, fun, grooming and attire. Be creative. Be chilvirious.The point of a date is to pursue and court me, in an effort… Continue reading Relationship ideals

Revised musing

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I needed to feel all the terrible things,  know that was safe, and know that was okay. Instead I got a room full of strangers with solemn faces, hugs, pats, words of encouragement, platitudes. Pleas for strength. Bravery. Strength. From a child.What I needed was to be taken unto Jesus's knee. To be treated the… Continue reading Revised musing

PSA, Highly Sensitive Persons

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Do you know an empath? A sensi? A crier? An 'unstable' person? Is there a person in your life who feels things too deeply... Who cries at the drop of a hat.. Who is passionate about all things? Who often can't seem to settle down or be happy with the way things are? Then, you… Continue reading PSA, Highly Sensitive Persons

Apple Butter

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Well, it's 230a. I've finally filled my third crock full of picked over, mostly peeled, trimmed, sweat (and tear) covered apples. Managed to eat too, about two hours ago. My reward?... -A porch smoke, a few more sips of the longest glass is wine I've every consumed (even though I'll probably throw most of the… Continue reading Apple Butter

An ode to Eczema

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It will make you squirm Make you wriggle like a worm Jump and jiggle -like there’s germs! Feels like a creepy crawly no one can see Over, Under and In-between! scratch, scratch -itchy me Behind the ears, behind the knee Inside the elbow, on the cheek Sometimes even my hands and feet! Lichenification’s the term,… Continue reading An ode to Eczema

November: Despondence

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I can feel it coating my bones, like, hells equivalent of a delightful, brittle chocolate shell. Divorce. It may not be this month, or next. Nonetheless, it stalks me as the devil his quarry. Perhaps they are one in the same. I've fought it. Oh, how I have fought. Every fiber of my being wishes… Continue reading November: Despondence