When I made the difficult decision to leave the Mormon church, I knew there would be a few ripples from … More
In season 2, episode 3 of my vlog and podcast, I share what actions I’ve taken in January 2022 that … More
http://mymesblog.com/2022/01/29/religious-dysphoria/ Click the above link to read a new post on my DID blog about religious dysphoria and Dissociative Identity … More
If you’ve followed my writing for a while, you may consider yourself used to my fits and starts. During this … More
When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was … More
It’s been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with … More
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.
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face.
I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.