i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
and so it began…19 years ago tomorrow (i write all my posts and blogs in advance :) i took my first yoga class. it started with rodney yee’s yoga for abs and suzanne deason’s gentle yoga vhs tapes…within three weeks i knew i needed more than gentle yoga and abs… ...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
many many many years back while attending the University of Kansas as a freshman, i failed communications 101…sort of on purpose…as i refused to stand in front of the room and speak…i was terrified…...
I watched the video today. The one of George Floyd taking his last breaths. It is heartbreaking. I couldn’t finish. It is devastating. I sobbed. It has changed and altered me in so many ways I’ve been unable to put into words how I feel…...
so you didn’t give a fuck about coming into hot yoga sick and saying i’m going to sweat it out. and i point blank ask you to stay the fuck away from me. because i have a compromised immune system…...
