It actually was his idea for her to explore outside of them — Serendipity is a funny thing until it isn’t. I’m trying to give myself a chance to allow gay shit to happen. I’m a bisexual who originally dated girls when I was younger, but that wasn’t accepted in my family, so I got pushed into dating men most of my life…

I remember the person testing me, asking if I felt different — When I first started testing for Autism, there was a part of me that didn’t want to know. Maybe I could fall back on instead of my brain is different from everyone else I could just be weird. But I knew being diagnosed with PTSD made it easier to have…

When they tell you how you are and get it all wrong — It’s funny when friends tell you you’re doing well and you are so much worse. I correct people because not being okay is a part of me. I’m not here to pretend strength when I don’t have it. I’m that person who wants my poetry to strip away pretense until…

I wanted to prove I could have sex — I wanted to prove I could have sex without building years of trust. This was my motive, to find men and have them use me. The plan worked a little too well. But in it, I realized I didn’t need sex to realize my worth. My language of love is…

When you’re at a loss of how to keep going, what do you do? — I stand outside the crowd of people milling about to get inside the special exhibit. This is the person I am, the invisible one, the quiet one, the I’m not here even though I am here. I finally lie on my back and take a shot showing nothing but legs…

First off, where do I find them? — I don’t know how to find women who want to date or are interested in dating. My first relationship was with my girlfriend and we found each other through sheer luck and chance. My second girlfriend was the same situation, years later in junior high school. As an adult I…

If you’re not writing can you still claim you’re a writer? — I lost all my world that I was inside. I’m recreating life, and it isn’t the first time, but this has been the most challenging time for me. When people hear of what I’m going through, they like to compare it to themselves. Or, say I have done this before…

Watch me as I explore myself and enjoy the view — I want to touch myself when I get home. Wine warms my body and my senses. I haven’t felt open to touching myself and actually feeling what I’m doing. I’m aware of my bra barely continuing my tits from exploding out of the lace. I feel the thick cotton against…