No one will convince me that the goings-on in our childhood didn't impact my brother's life in such a way that will forever be difficult to come back from.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...
I offer that it is not just my body that you are attracted to, it is the sacred feminine energy I exude that you want, that you crave, that heals you. The fact that you can sense I get you, that you don’t have to pretend anymore. Go and demand that from your wife by being the sacred masculine ...
I’ve vowed to do my best to get over there, to where someone is at, instead of waving my righteous middle finger of indignation. I try to be quick to ask questions, instead of being dismissive. I thought it was the man, it was the abuser, it was the religious person, it was the terrorist, it ...
Unlike the two-year-old who doesn't realize how important that answer is, someone with an eating disorder gets it. Gets that if she can just figure out how, maybe all the pain and fear and hatred and sorrow and guilt and shame and secrecy and torment could be gone. And that's all she wants. ...
Truth is, I have always been confused about how to force myself to feel compassion and love for someone if what I am truly feeling is hate. You can’t feel both at once. And trying to force myself to feel love and compassion instead of my honest feelings seems tantamount to using skim milk to ...