I Choose My Daughter Over My Parents and Their God.
I love my parents, but I don't like them. I don't respect them. I don't trust them.This is not about anger. I am angry, but that is secondary.
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Exposing Myself: I Have a Port, And I Am Proud of My Body.
This article is meant to educate the individuals who do not know what a port is, have never seen one, or assume it's something it surely is not.
Keep the Pulse of Love Strong.
Stop for a moment, and think what we want this world of humanity and these generations to be remembered as: 'the worst time of violence and separation' or 'a time when humanity got their act together and started loving each other through mutual acceptance'.
Forget The Prejudice, It’s All About The Pride.
There is a story behind every apology, but if the story will negate the truth of the apology because it comes across as excuses, then should it really be given?
You Can Almost Always Right A Wrong.
I’m fairly sure that this guy had a lot of apologies to deliver to a whole list of people who were obviously way more important than me. His apology tour was in full swing, but I had a lot of respect for him that night because he remembered being a jerk to me, and he swallowed his pride in ...
I Am Not Diseased.
The comfort inherent in a label, in a reason, in a belonging, only lasted so long for me. Yes, I was temporarily saved by the notion that there was finally a sign I could point to and say, "This is why I am this way. Help." But it didn’t last very long.
Marker In The Woods: Using Discernment As A Tool To Better Understand Life.
If we can observe an instinct, emotion or quality through the lens of having both a positive and negative expression, we can build our discernment in any given circumstance to aid in reclaiming our sovereignty through trusting our inner sight. Here are a few examples of how we can use this tool ...
The Boys & Girls Who Lived.
So here we are, in the dark of the night, swimming in the moon rays. Here we all are -- you, me, the Boys and Girls Who Lived, carrying, always, the last living fragments of our own attempted murderers, and remembering, if we can, that it is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices.