One of the hardest things I’ve realized from losing someone I love to death (literally to death) is you don’t figure out a way to get past it or get over the loss. The loss is insurmountable. You just have to figure out a way to live with it.
Figuring out how to do that, I am starting to suspect, takes a lifetime.
I find myself drawn to old movies- movies that show New York City in its real NYC heyday. Movies like Ghostbusters or Woody Allen movies; full of harsh lighting, grittiness, … Continue reading
Little by little, I felt myself ease into a new unexplored aspect of my personality, one that could relax… the good old “do unto others as you would have others do unto you,”. I felt my old ways leave me.
That was good, right?
“While some men may use the excuse of “oh it was a compliment”, deep down they know as well as we do (we being the women who receive it) that there is something more than just a friendly compliment happening when most of these guys say something to you.”
Struggling with feeling as if success has actually happened. Struggling to enjoy the achievement without immediately seeking out the next way to top it. What is success? Is trying to … Continue reading
So it’s my outfit, my state of sobriety, the time of night I decided to walk home and my lack of nail polishes fault too?
I never knew there were so many things to blame rape on other than a rapist.
At least 2 times a week, very frequently more, I am stopped, hit on, whistled at, cat called, and made to feel like I was put on this earth for men’s eye candy. A piece of meat. Trash. A sex object. Someone who could easily be taken advantage of. A mouse you can easily chase and attack. For a mere 5 seconds, a man can say something derogatory to me and then continue with his day; meanwhile, it stays with me for my life,