#NoFucksFriday & #ChooseYourDamnsWisely – The Collected Works

   Inspired by the work of brilliant humans Mark Manson (The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck) & Airial Clark (How To Be A Woman And Not Give a Fuck), what started out as a way to process my feelings within a new framework has become a dynamic process of perpetual evolution that seems... Continue Reading →


Fingerpointing and Storytelling – The Subtle Art of Really Not Getting It Right

I feel I'm on the cusp of a fairly substantial paradigm shift, doing something that is new and unfamiliar to me, and it seems important to share it. Strap yourselves in, because it’s a long one, but more than a few of you might share my ‘a-ha’ moment, I suspect, especially if you’re in a... Continue Reading →

The black tornado, the black fire

As someone who lives with a bipolar (or, in my reality, what feels like a quadripolar) framework, attacks of agitated mania can shape my life for days on end. I wanted to explain those feelings creatively, and this is the result. The experience I've described here can last from anywhere from about 20 minutes to 8 hours or so.

QUEEN (aka The Myth of The Infinite Lover, as told by Fig)

Recently I was given the gift of something truly remarkable - and especially so for a story and word obsessed lexisexual who craves thoughtful external perspective.  Over several uncensored nights, Fig, my Sometimes Lover and Continual Delight (you might remember him from What’s (Infinite) Love Got to Do With It?) enthralled me with an epic tale... Continue Reading →

You Should Have Known Better (or How It’s Time to Start Listening to What People Say About Themselves / Stop Ignoring What They’re Really Showing of Themselves)

It's no secret that I went through another shitty break up fairly recently, or that it's taking quite some time to work through it (side note - surely this shit should get easier with age???). I've done a lot of processing, both public and private, about my role in the relationship's demise, and I see how both circumstances... Continue Reading →


I remember the night we met. As is so often the case with me, the connection was instant. You were lit up with a fire that burned brightly, no matter how dark you might become at times. It was intoxicating, but in a way that made me feel like I could see more clearly. I wanted to... Continue Reading →

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