Memorial Day, etm.

I wrote this last year, it seems applicable to re-post. My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.” As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell... Continue Reading →

Sentient Dung Beetles v. Suicide

In this video I am using, what I have now realized is the true universal language - shit. To break out of intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, suicidality, depression, rumination, you name it. What if I reincarnate as a sentient dung beetle? I’m talking my consciousness, fully aware and experiencing eating shit for whatever lifetime of... Continue Reading →

Hypocrisy, so hot 🥵 right now

When I was a kid, I learned quickly how much hypocrisy drives me nuts. People telling me not to ask too many questions, or not that type of question made me livid. Growing up in Catholic school, I both really dug theology and really, really hated it because of this. Though I barely remember the... Continue Reading →

Y’all Need Jesus

This is 💯 NSFW, 18+, very inappropriate for probably anyone, but come on… everybody loves a good sex story. 😏 Yesterday I wrote this long ass fucking post talking about shit I hate talking about in the hopes I will get better at talking about shit I do enjoy talking about. I don’t know if... Continue Reading →

Daily Prompt – 1943

Have you ever broken a bone? Surprisingly, no. However, I fucked up my tailbone once, and it’s a funny story, but also one that haunts me a lot, and the very thing that made this fucking blog: so maybe I can work some shit out and you can learn more weird shit about me…Shall we?... Continue Reading →

Oh, how beautiful pain can be

So, you’re 19, you get raped and pregnant. Zoinks! You don’t even believe you got raped, so you hate, self harm, self destruct, and blame yourself - consider yourself an absolute fucking failure, fuck up, worthless- for like… 19+ years til you finally decide maybe talk to somebody about something (there’s so many to choose).... Continue Reading →

On Jackasses and Wiseasses

A Baby Ruth for the pool of consciousness.. Not to paraphrase a great mind like Blake’s on a blog dedicated to my itchy ass, but(t?): Life is a perpetual journey from jackass to wiseass, if you will I feel like everything and anything can be achieved most simply by embracing every syllable of that quote.... Continue Reading →

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