Tag: black
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Knowing over Owning Shame
Mine is an invisible weight. A mess of a ball of stuff. It hangs in my body like a sogging rock, suspended in a cavity in my spirit. Shame feels like being pulled down and uncertain if I can get up. Shame has never lasted forever. When shame arrives, anger makes a good cover. Somehow…
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The Erotic Value of Our Lives
I was the first person to give myself an orgasm. I’m the only person to have tasted my tears. These sensations are different vantage points on a hike: a southern exposed clearing over the cliff or a cold creek flowing down to a river in the heart of the woods. I live in a society…
The Garden Salon 