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It was only days after my official autism diagnosis that I felt compelled to download and install an app I had sworn never to. For many months, I had been observing how many content creators were resharing their videos that seemed to be created on TikTok. I wanted to see what the app could do... Continue Reading →
I’m just saying it should not have been a leap that took more than half of a century to make. Why did it take a half of a century to make this leap? I daresay because I have a vagina.
Before I go too far, let me preface this. Unlike some of my articles that have been extensively researched, this one is primarily based on my personal experience and theories. Baby me I started out this world in 1966 in the home of two brand new parents. I confused them from the beginning. Immediately, I... Continue Reading →
Managing My Ehlers-Danlos with Cannabis I have made no secret of the fact that I endure a considerable amount of pain in relation to my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and the subsequent antibiotic injury. How do I manage my Ehlers-Danlos? That was a question, posed as a prompt for day six of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Awareness month. Day... Continue Reading →
April is Autism Acceptance (and Awareness) month. What better month to ask some questions of my therapist and get to the bottom of some questions I've had for a while? About a year ago, I started researching neurodiversity in all its colors and flavors. I discovered many things. Neurodiversity is categorized differently than a trauma... Continue Reading →
During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language was allowed in that poem. For that assignment, I penned a poem called, "Rootbeer Barrels." The second part of that assignment was a bit more... Continue Reading →
Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to say, stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains away like acid until the screams always silent Screeched their way through the internet in a digital riot Igniting memories long... Continue Reading →
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...
Since I had knowingly manipulated people using my sexuality and theirs, I also knew how to manipulate people into STOPPING their objectifying of my body. I made it one that less people would be attracted to. I made myself as UGLY as I possibly could.
For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
Maggie Slighte 