Conscious Communication Breakdown, or, “Why People Call Me an Ice Queen” –...
I am not a good communicator when it comes to feelings and emotions. I have always been someone who plays her cards close to her chest. My mother once said of me, "she doesn't like to show her...
View ArticleSafe Harbour?
What does one do when it all becomes too much, And they no longer have the strength to keep fighting? What does one do when their energy is sapped, But they cannot take the break they require? What...
View ArticleOh My Crazy Baby
Please be advised that this post discusses self-harm in some detail and may contain triggers. If you feel this subject matter may be upsetting to you, please be kind to your mind, and avoid reading. If...
View ArticleFool
I was a fool to believe you, An idiot to trust. A lesson in hubris, My dreams turned to dust. I should have known better, I've been burned before. But this time, I'd hoped... Now I hope no more.
View ArticlePride Comes Before a Fall
Last week I proudly crowed about the apparent success of my sojourn into freelancing. Well, as they say in the classics, "pride comes before a fall". It would appear that my "employer" duped me, and...
View ArticleThe Comfort I Need
Warm smells and soft sheets All I want is to get lost And forget the world.
View ArticleWhenever You Hold Me
Whenever you hold me, I feel safe and secure. The whole world disappears, And there is only here and now. Whenever you hold me, I forget all the darkness. I feel lightened of my burdens, Because you...
View ArticleOne Light Burning
She lay back on the mattress, her head nestling into the soft down of the pillow. She craved the solace of sleep, of relaxation, yet her neck felt stiff and her head was pounding. Too many nights of...
View ArticleLost: One mojo. If Found, Please Return to Jupiter Grant.
Bloody hell, life can be a trial sometimes, can't it? I mean, we slog along doing our best, trying to keep that little spring in our step, but things inevitably come along to trip us up. Most times, we...
View Article“Time Won’t Give Me Time”: A Moment to Breathe and Reflect Over the Holidays
Why, oh why, does my body need to eat and sleep? Do I really need to shower every single day? My legs are starting to swell up and my hip has gone to sleep from sitting too long without moving: is that...
View ArticleWrite or Wrong: Struggling with Writer’s Block During a Depressive Episode
If you're a regular visitor to the Lair, you will probably have noticed that I haven't written any smut in a while. The dearth of my creative writing started with a very reasonable and understandable...
View ArticleLost Little Child
Dreams and hopes hewn in gold And silver speckled glories of imagined futures Lost in deep, broiling fog. Hardened heart that trembles in fear Of the unknown that looms, Snarling teeth and drooling maw...
View ArticleReveal Or Conceal? A Poem
To reveal? Or to conceal? Which will it be In order to heal? * Little voice, Is it your choice To open your mouth Seeking equipoise? * Or societal pressure To expose the pressure You feel. A fear You...
View ArticleThose Nervous Chills of the Soul
The nervous chills come sometimes. Sometimes I have an idea what has brought them on. A piece of bad news. A hostile tweet on my social media. An unsuccessful audition that leads to fears I'll never...
View ArticleLamentations of a Freelancer: The Struggle to Survive in the COVID Economy...
Hello, Lovely Lairies! I have written an article over on Medium, and wanted to share the link with you. I am new to Medium, so please forgive me if I've got this wrong, but this should be a "Friends...
View Article“Give It a F#*king Rest!”: Stepping Away from Social Media for the Sake of...
For all its benefits, there is nothing quite like Social Media for angrying up the blood and turning us into shouty, hostile ogres. While there is some satisfaction to be had in expressing your...
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