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 →
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.
The day after my 51st birthday at 6:19 pm, I was sitting at my dining room table contemplating what I should make for dinner. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the antique telephone ringer that signifies someone is calling my cellphone broke the silence of the small apartment. I looked at the number,... Continue Reading →
A couple of days ago I signed the first rental lease I have signed in over 15 years. I was handed the keys to a small one bedroom apartment in the same complex where I had rented my first apartment 31 years before. It felt very circular, almost as if God was giving me an... Continue Reading →
As I set about performing the tasks required to finish my first books, one that is deeply personal, I am thrown back into pondering about my life. I have lived many lives. And that is not just in relation to the mental illness that has woven my life into many different names and points of... Continue Reading →
I have written many Facebook posts that started with the quote, "To Stand UP to LIVE you must first get thine ASS outta BED!" or something similar. Today felt exactly the same way. On days when starting is like pushing through a bog of mud ...this time in my face... I am compelled to wonder... Continue Reading →
Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump's America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →
I am a transient. For all that means, as much as it pains me to admit, I AM a transient. I became homeless, officially, only weeks before the election. While the church members who attended the Branch where I am a member cast votes overwhelmingly and loudly for now President Trump, I was living in... Continue Reading →