Hello.
I Haven't Had Sex For Over A Decade.
What?!
Do you want to know the story?
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
God! I Love To Write! -- Late Bloomer Alert
Ahh, blog, you are sooo safe on account of my having so few readers!
You are my living private and personal journal.
I can say practically anything I want to here.
My late father, the Methodist minister who sexually abused me, used to call me a "late bloomer." Well, he wasn't kidding. I Am a late bloomer.
Perhaps I will truly write something remarkable one day. (My memoir is mostly written, so that's something)(and I hear it's pretty damn fabulous from those who have read it)
Perhaps I will even get published (not that I haven't been published, I have).
Perhaps I will even make Money from my writing one day.
Wouldn't that be something!? !
I have always known that there is something Holding Me Back from Setting Myself Free as a writer
and just Writing. Just Doing it.
Fuck.
In the meantime, there's my used-to-be-a-secret-other-blog, that I did mention before, and that has many, many, many more readers than this blog:
www.jayarainbowangel.blogspot.com
You are my living private and personal journal.
I can say practically anything I want to here.
My late father, the Methodist minister who sexually abused me, used to call me a "late bloomer." Well, he wasn't kidding. I Am a late bloomer.
Perhaps I will truly write something remarkable one day. (My memoir is mostly written, so that's something)(and I hear it's pretty damn fabulous from those who have read it)
Perhaps I will even get published (not that I haven't been published, I have).
Perhaps I will even make Money from my writing one day.
Wouldn't that be something!? !
I have always known that there is something Holding Me Back from Setting Myself Free as a writer
and just Writing. Just Doing it.
Fuck.
In the meantime, there's my used-to-be-a-secret-other-blog, that I did mention before, and that has many, many, many more readers than this blog:
www.jayarainbowangel.blogspot.com
Saturday, August 15, 2015
It Can Be Really Hard To Love
I don't mind sharing my secrets
I never did like secrets or lies
I'd never share other people's secrets
Other people's secrets are theirs
to do with as they choose
I'm hurting a bit right now
I just got to speak to my twin soul
(or the next closest thing to him if it's not him)
First time in a few weeks I think
Everyone close to me knows about him
I've only recently revealed hints about him
to the world
We're star crossed
No doubt about that
I may never see him again
Who knows
We haven't seen each other for over a decade
It's the most above-board friendship it could be
now
It didn't used to be
It used to be quite a bit more than that
Oh How Things Change
I am here writing this like self therapy
I don't think I'll ever have sex or love again.....
I never did like secrets or lies
I'd never share other people's secrets
Other people's secrets are theirs
to do with as they choose
I'm hurting a bit right now
I just got to speak to my twin soul
(or the next closest thing to him if it's not him)
First time in a few weeks I think
Everyone close to me knows about him
I've only recently revealed hints about him
to the world
We're star crossed
No doubt about that
I may never see him again
Who knows
We haven't seen each other for over a decade
It's the most above-board friendship it could be
now
It didn't used to be
It used to be quite a bit more than that
Oh How Things Change
I am here writing this like self therapy
I don't think I'll ever have sex or love again.....
Friday, August 14, 2015
My Not-A-Secret-No-Mo! Other Blog!
Enjoy!
Learn!
Share with others struggling with addiction or weakness!
www.jayarainbowangel.blogspot.com
For You, Robin
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Denial is a finger of blame pointing toward another.
Conflict is an expectation imposed onto another.
Frustration is the inability to control the will of another.
Sadness is a dependency on another.
Loneliness is waiting for another to arrive.
Solitude is freedom from needing another.
Harmony is embracing the uniqueness of another.
Grace is seeing there is no other.
Enlightenment is when the subjects of one and another disappear.
Love is what remains throughout it all.
~ Matt Kahn
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
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