Thanks for another great post. For me, seeing you be bare and honest with yourself helps me to do the same. Being honest with self, one begins to remove the layers from of lies that religion and society or family repeatedly told us. I shape twisted and became small for them and it didn’t work. So eff them. I’m going to be me…whatever that looks like. But I know it begins with being honest with self and not really caring WTH they think. Thanks for leading the way.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your reflections and being here, Brad! 🙏I’m so so so happy to hear this inspires you to be more of yourself… That is truly my greatest wish for myself and everyone around me. 🥹 Every step we take in the direction of being honest with ourselves is a step in becoming free and not being bound to old programming. Cheering you on! 🙏
We often think of sacrifice as giving something up for a cause or another person. But what you’re talking about here is a sacrifice of the self for the self, for a truer version of the self. It’s almost like an internal revolution, a dismantling of what no longer serves us to make way for something more genuine. That act of choosing to shed the old to embrace the new, even when it's painful, feels like the most powerful form of self-love. It’s a bold claiming of one's own potential, no matter how messy the process.
♥️🙏 The most powerful form of self-love… YES!!! And— “a bold claiming of one's own potential, no matter how messy the process”… Amen. Giving myself permission to be messy. And not judge myself for that. Thank you so much for these reflections, A! 🥹🙏🙏🙏
What’s this? NO cussing? Not a single word or expression? Feeling alright?
This is brilliant. Metaphorically, there’s so much going on here. I would title it “surrender” - giving in to yourself, letting your “self” out of the cage you’d put it in. Maybe you did that for protection, to hide ALL of your insecurities. Maybe you were afraid of them.
Whatever the reasons were, they’re no longer necessary. You’re ready to *embrace* your originality, ready to just BE yourself, whoever you want to be, regardless of what anybody else thinks. You’re NOT perfect, and you’re sick of striving to be someone else’s version of YOU.
Genre? You’re your *own* genre! Why would you ever want to be pigeonholed into some category? Baring your soul in public requires enormous courage and inner security.
On second thought, maybe a better title is “phoenix rising”.
DAMN… was there really no cussing in here?! GOODNESS!!! See, my genre styles can give the faint of heart whiplash. 😂
And, thank you so very much for these reflections. 🥹🙏 I am still very much at war with my struggles, struggling to truly be myself all the time, not just let out glimpses.
And… I’m celebrating myself for showing up with these words. Because every time I do… I’m winning the war. One foot in front of the other at a time. 🙏
We mellow with age. We either turn into fine wines, or vinegar. And even vinegar has its uses.
We ALL struggle with ourselves. My goal is simply to not repeat the stupid stuff I did before, and be aware that I’m about to before I do. I consider that progress. That’s the endgame, right? Progress? Sounds from here like you’re doing fine.
Thank you so much Steve! 🙏♥️ The deep parts do want to speak and be free… 🥹 And, in writing this… they are finding their freedom. Thank you for this beautiful reflection.
This is beautifully and authentically raw. A poetic orgasm of words and emotions intertwining into a perfect symbiosis. I felt your pain and your ecstasy and your death all at once. Thank you for sharing this incredibly powerful piece of your soul ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
While not my normal style of read this was a hell of an interesting post. Being real, raw, and forward even with yourself can be a struggle sometimes. I'm glad that you're working your way through this and finding the real you. Hell of a job as always.
Wow! That was brave, and authentic, and evocative. So many other descriptor come to mind, but those are my top 3. It left me tearful and tingling. I felt the raw humanity and longing in the lines. I'm proud of you my Substack daughter! Love, V.
I loved every minute of this. The artistry, the rawness, the honesty. Your willingness to share all dynamic parts of you is so refreshing. Refreshing because I struggle with the smaller parts of me that don't 'jive' with the larger parts of me. They are the parts that I have only exposed to a (very) select few. I learned that not everyone will understand, or better yet, will actually want to understand. So I disciplined myself to keep that part at bay, so as to not make others uncomfortable. But those small parts are part of me at my core and are what make me whole.
Thank you for letting go and saying fuck it and sharing. As always, you're an incredible inspiration ❤️
You are Anything but broken. Broken somehow implies beyond repair,right? Doing this. This right here you already won more than half the battle. The key is the right tool to help mend what might be bend.Finding your way back to YOU. You as you are,and as is. Feels strange when it hits you. It's stilll just me .I never left. Feels better,safer,familiar. Did you ever really leave? No?Yes? The road Home to yourself is not as complex/complicated as we might think.It sucks. But it is worth it.So are YOU.
Thanks for another great post. For me, seeing you be bare and honest with yourself helps me to do the same. Being honest with self, one begins to remove the layers from of lies that religion and society or family repeatedly told us. I shape twisted and became small for them and it didn’t work. So eff them. I’m going to be me…whatever that looks like. But I know it begins with being honest with self and not really caring WTH they think. Thanks for leading the way.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your reflections and being here, Brad! 🙏I’m so so so happy to hear this inspires you to be more of yourself… That is truly my greatest wish for myself and everyone around me. 🥹 Every step we take in the direction of being honest with ourselves is a step in becoming free and not being bound to old programming. Cheering you on! 🙏
We often think of sacrifice as giving something up for a cause or another person. But what you’re talking about here is a sacrifice of the self for the self, for a truer version of the self. It’s almost like an internal revolution, a dismantling of what no longer serves us to make way for something more genuine. That act of choosing to shed the old to embrace the new, even when it's painful, feels like the most powerful form of self-love. It’s a bold claiming of one's own potential, no matter how messy the process.
♥️🙏 The most powerful form of self-love… YES!!! And— “a bold claiming of one's own potential, no matter how messy the process”… Amen. Giving myself permission to be messy. And not judge myself for that. Thank you so much for these reflections, A! 🥹🙏🙏🙏
You are your worse critic…
If any one un subscribes, they are a fool.
No one else here tells it quite like you.
Real, raw, emotional and well.
Hugs, Di
🥹😭 Thank you oh so very much, Di!!! Your support and words warm all of my soul. 🙏
I knew it was always in you. You are an amazing poet. I just love you!
🥹😭 Thank you so so so much Teri Leigh!!! Appreciate you and your support endlessly. ♥️ I love you too.
Arousal deepening, my pussy glistens under the light of the moon. Tasting myself I moan with delight. 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Thank you!!! 🙌
A very wise man once said this is the key to happiness:
“Act on your highest excitement to the best of your ability with no expectations on a specific outcome.”
If you can do this, you’ve attained GNF’s status.
LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!! Thank you for sharing this wise advice. GNF’s status INDEED. 🔥🔥🔥🔥
What’s this? NO cussing? Not a single word or expression? Feeling alright?
This is brilliant. Metaphorically, there’s so much going on here. I would title it “surrender” - giving in to yourself, letting your “self” out of the cage you’d put it in. Maybe you did that for protection, to hide ALL of your insecurities. Maybe you were afraid of them.
Whatever the reasons were, they’re no longer necessary. You’re ready to *embrace* your originality, ready to just BE yourself, whoever you want to be, regardless of what anybody else thinks. You’re NOT perfect, and you’re sick of striving to be someone else’s version of YOU.
Genre? You’re your *own* genre! Why would you ever want to be pigeonholed into some category? Baring your soul in public requires enormous courage and inner security.
On second thought, maybe a better title is “phoenix rising”.
DAMN… was there really no cussing in here?! GOODNESS!!! See, my genre styles can give the faint of heart whiplash. 😂
And, thank you so very much for these reflections. 🥹🙏 I am still very much at war with my struggles, struggling to truly be myself all the time, not just let out glimpses.
And… I’m celebrating myself for showing up with these words. Because every time I do… I’m winning the war. One foot in front of the other at a time. 🙏
We mellow with age. We either turn into fine wines, or vinegar. And even vinegar has its uses.
We ALL struggle with ourselves. My goal is simply to not repeat the stupid stuff I did before, and be aware that I’m about to before I do. I consider that progress. That’s the endgame, right? Progress? Sounds from here like you’re doing fine.
Wow. Just wow. The deep parts of you want to speak and be free. They are finding their freedom.
Thank you so much Steve! 🙏♥️ The deep parts do want to speak and be free… 🥹 And, in writing this… they are finding their freedom. Thank you for this beautiful reflection.
This is beautifully and authentically raw. A poetic orgasm of words and emotions intertwining into a perfect symbiosis. I felt your pain and your ecstasy and your death all at once. Thank you for sharing this incredibly powerful piece of your soul ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Christie… thank YOU!!! Heartfelt chills reading your reflections on this piece. Thank you so very much for being here. 🥹♥️🙏
Wow. Beautiful and intense writing.
🥹🙏 Thank you so very much for being here and inspiring me with your comment. ♥️
While not my normal style of read this was a hell of an interesting post. Being real, raw, and forward even with yourself can be a struggle sometimes. I'm glad that you're working your way through this and finding the real you. Hell of a job as always.
Wow! That was brave, and authentic, and evocative. So many other descriptor come to mind, but those are my top 3. It left me tearful and tingling. I felt the raw humanity and longing in the lines. I'm proud of you my Substack daughter! Love, V.
I loved every minute of this. The artistry, the rawness, the honesty. Your willingness to share all dynamic parts of you is so refreshing. Refreshing because I struggle with the smaller parts of me that don't 'jive' with the larger parts of me. They are the parts that I have only exposed to a (very) select few. I learned that not everyone will understand, or better yet, will actually want to understand. So I disciplined myself to keep that part at bay, so as to not make others uncomfortable. But those small parts are part of me at my core and are what make me whole.
Thank you for letting go and saying fuck it and sharing. As always, you're an incredible inspiration ❤️
So, okay.
You are Anything but broken. Broken somehow implies beyond repair,right? Doing this. This right here you already won more than half the battle. The key is the right tool to help mend what might be bend.Finding your way back to YOU. You as you are,and as is. Feels strange when it hits you. It's stilll just me .I never left. Feels better,safer,familiar. Did you ever really leave? No?Yes? The road Home to yourself is not as complex/complicated as we might think.It sucks. But it is worth it.So are YOU.
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