I rarely do this, but I don't want to be an asshole while I'm trying not to be - trigger warning: SA. This piece started in '97 when I was 14. Took me til 40 to really finish and love part one. Thank you for reading and sharing in healing. Here is my live reading... Continue Reading →
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 →
I’ve been walking because I keep telling myself I have to. Or, sometimes I just get going before I think about it. Or, sometimes I dare myself to, or bribe myself, whatever works, as long as we work it. (I am sorry) I am so out of shape, I can’t even say I’m round. I... Continue Reading →
Storms can happen, and a tree can sway. We are a oh fucking kay!
Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
Oh I forgot, I wanted to do this: The MahButtItches web-verse… -Website: MahButtItches.com -Facebook: MahButtItches -TikTok: Mah_Butt_Itcheshttps://www.tiktok.com/@mah_butt_itches?_t=8Ustgd3oHoA&_r=1 -Insta: MahButtItches -Twitter: MahButtItches -Snap: MahButtItches Brand consistency ✅ brand identity ✅ fuck whoever got MahButtItches on TikTok before me tho. 😡 although it’s kind of amazing I have this many free and clear MahButtItches-es. How can it... Continue Reading →
When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What is the space between... Continue Reading →
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
She shares this from bed day 4, though yesterday was a productive mostly bed day where I wrote while I cleaned the kitchen and then went back to bed. I took a nap before making dinner, and after dinner, I took a nap. Had a throwing up panic attack last night. Guess who can’t handle... Continue Reading →
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