I feel like an imposter in my own life. Unqualified. Like a fraud clinging on to the ‘fake it till you make it’ trope.
For now, all I want is to sink into my own abyss. To remain checked out and aloof.
It’ll all work out in the end.
For a very long time, I used to conflate being sexually liberated with having many sexual partners. And while promiscuity can be a part of Sexual Liberation, it isn’t the only path to it. At the start of my journey, I was actively promiscuous and I did believe that at the time I was sexually […]
Flattery won’t always get you everywhere…
-Sweet Nothings.
Though bittersweet, I prefer to remember us as we are now. Before resentment and impatience turn this into something ugly and painful.
Did I feel betrayed? You bet your ass I did. But who had forsaken me first? Had it been them? Or had I deceived myself first and carried on the lie to avoid facing my choices and what they meant?