The rawest pieces. Writing about hurt, survival, and the slow work of turning pain into understanding. These reflections are not confessions of kink, but confessions of healing.
- Naturism and me
🌿 Naked Truth Clothes feel like a barrier.They carry weight, texture, friction.I am not calmed by pressure or bulk.Warmth, yes. Layers, no.I feel most honest when there is… Read more: Naturism and me - 🌿 Escapes, Masks, and Medicine
CigarettesI was given my first cigarette at seven years old. Soon, I was buying packs of Marlboro at the corner shop with money from washing cars or selling… Read more: 🌿 Escapes, Masks, and Medicine - 📜 Past, Present, Future
There are parts of me I have never hidden, and parts I have kept buried. If you are reading this, I want you to see it all. Not… Read more: 📜 Past, Present, Future - Where It Began: The Ice Pirates
🎥 The Scene That Marked MeIn 1984, when I was 7 years old, I saw a film called The Ice Pirates. It was a comedy space adventure, but… Read more: Where It Began: The Ice Pirates