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Maybe it was depressing, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted quiet and the solitude of my own space, and there
Me if I ever got my own place
images of the things we’d done swelled to the surface and threatened to drown us in the depths of our own memories.
basicly described PTSD
It had taken me years to heal those invisible wounds, but now, I liked sex. I liked filming myself naked. I liked getting others off. It was as simple as that. Over the past decade, I’d reclaimed my agency, my power, and I lived my life out in the open for all to see, embracing my sexuality, encouraging others to do the same,
This is HOT and empowering
sex work was valid work and should come with the same protections as any other career.
Completely agree
The man made nothing easy. Every fucking conversation had to be contentious from the start.
How it feels with my parents (mostly mom) most days
One day, this goddamn temper of mine was going to bubble up and explode all over everyone around me. Years of unresolved resentment sat heavy between me and my father, most of it so ugly I repressed the shit out of it.
Me and my anger to my father… so much unresolved issues and anger to try to resolve this late in life
lapsed Catholic,
Me but Christian not Catholic I thing if I understand the definition of Lapsed correctly
“Nice of you to finally show your ugly face,” he said. I grinned. “Not as ugly as yours. Is that a new mole?” He looked me over, unperturbed. “Your eyes are set too close together. That’s what it is.” “I think the mole is growing hair,” I told him. Other families might show their affection for each other the normal way, open and easy, but in the Trocci household, our love language was antagonism. This exchange was my and Alec’s fucked-up way of saying we’d missed each other.
Jojo and I to a tea ☕️
exacerbated my unresolved feelings about being abandoned by my parents. It was the darkest time in my life. Nowadays, I lived by that Maya Angelou quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
My childhood was fucked up behind closed doors now I live life like this quote
A memory tried to float to the surface, but I squashed it down, back into the black pit of ugly things in the bottom of my psyche that I worked real hard to suppress.
My PTSD
No matter what I did, it would never be good enough for him. There would always be a criticism or an insult.
Me and mom's relationship… I love her to death cause you only get one mom but still she hurts me when most moms would
Age disgracefully was her motto.
Great motto
