“Red”, I write “is the color of life. It’s blood, passion, rage. It’s menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins.” ~ Mary Hogan, Pretty FaceContinue reading “~Color~”
Tag Archives: Growth
~Pace~
I want to write every day, but sometimes all I am thinking of is the laundry that needs to be done, and the children who need to be fed. I am wiped out from a busy weekend of much visiting and socializing, and that takes a lot out of a mostly introverted girl, who lovesContinue reading “~Pace~”
~Progress~
People who know me laugh when I say that I’m shy. Apparently I fake being outgoing incredibly well. After some thought, and acceptance of How I Am, vs Who I Should Be (according to who? Society? The media? The image in my head of how a grown-up lady is supposed to act and feel?) IContinue reading “~Progress~”
~Compersion, Thou Art A Harsh Mistress~
I think compersion is overrated. There. I said it. There’s nothing in the poly world that has the potential to make me feel more inadequate than the concept of compersion. Compersion as defined by Wikipedia (because, you know, it isn’t a word that has even made it into the dictionary, at least as far asContinue reading “~Compersion, Thou Art A Harsh Mistress~”
Poly Nirvana 