I can't yet come to a conclusion on whether or not it's ethical to lie about my childhood to the people who expect trust from me. I want to seem normal to folks that don't yet know me. I just don't know the right way to keep a person in my life by being honest and trying not to scare them away at the same time.

Here's Part 2 of my 'When Friends Stop Being Friends' which will address some more difficult challenges that I've faced when it comes to friendships and how it's shaped me as a person.

Writing about how my life hasn't been easy but I'm becoming the person I always needed to have in life my hopes to inspire many to help to show you never give up on something you want in life

What happens when friends you've known for years STOP being friends? I've been dealing with that lately, mainly due to life, but it still sucks and hurts nonetheless because they could at least keep me informed on their day-to-day like I would with them.

She made herself bend and fold into positions that made it hard for her to breathe. She slowly buried herself in you until she no longer recognized herself.

Keeping a woman in her feminine energy and forever interested in you requires a deep understanding of her needs, desires, and nature.

Make sure to check on loved ones. you never know who’s struggling. if you are in the US dial 411 to get some help.

My entire life I have heard that love will come when I least expect it. I can't help but think about what it might be like to be in love one day, so am I just setting myself up for failure?

I am letting go of the rabbis in the rafters, the voices of blood family, and the toxic weight of conversion therapy. Tonight, my phat, genderqueer body is no longer a sex arena for the broken. Between two seeking souls, we return to the primitive state where touch is finally free.

If you approach with a genuine desire to connect, a lack of entitlement to her time, and the social awareness to know when to move on—you’ll never have to worry about being “that guy.”

I almost recognize myself... and then I don't. Even the parts of me I thought were still mine. It's not that it ended... it's that everything kept going without it.

I got good at being believed... But it's always in the eyes. That's the part you can't train out of yourself. The truth always slips through somewhere.

I could write a book on just how we met alone. The spinning wheel, on this day, spent on me, and you told Papa I was a goal driven wreath. So I’m here to bring you luck, but this time I left no room. I left no room for no “‘til deaths do us apart” because I ain’t dying too soon.

Lost, Lost love, searching for meaning, and realization of mistakes while remembering all the memories that will eventually fade.

Studies have shown that 1 out of 5 women are infertile, at the same time 1 out of 4 women have found themselves in toxic relationships, I created this poem to illustrate the sad story of many women out there, This is the story Mrs. Balcom, a fictional character that meets these problems & has the urge to escape them.

After suffering for the last two years, my father passed peaceably in his sleep...this is my take on things

Exploring the confusion and vulnerability of developing feelings for someone, and the moment when doubt turns into possibility.

Morality was a funny thing once. It asks so much of us to the point of being oppressive. I was yet unsure as to the existence of god but I was damn sure that he had a sick sense of humor the bastard.

A reflection on growing up around homegrown food and simple moments, and the desire to recreate that same magic through starting a small garden of my own.

Finding the right person isn't about finding someone who is perfect. It’s about finding someone whose imperfections are compatible with yours, and whose vision for the future mirrors your own.