Flavor of the month: February

I enjoy I good book, a good laugh, a good dick.

While its very difficult to combine all three, I still enjoy them so for February, I set out to get as may of each as possible.

I read 4 new books, I had more than enough laughs, however when it comes to good dick its like its a rare cure of vast diseases. Where are the men that can get me out of this rut and kick start my groove? I felt like I was past the non-committal hook-up stage of my life, but without that, how do I survive to the next relationship without being a complete horn-dog?

So flavor of the last few days of this month is boy toys and sexual playthings.

I am who I am!

My love is mine to give, not yours to take.

My body is a shell, slowly being whole again.

My experiences may shape me, but they never define me.

Moving Forward

The essence of who I am is like a cup.

The night I was raped, 

he drank from my cup until his thirst was quenched

and I was left with a glass.

Trying to figure out who I am,

I have been filling it with all the wrong materials.
I don't hold anger in my heart, just pity.
I don't hold sadness in my mind, just relief.
I am finally ready to move on.
I am finally ready to forgive.