Confessions Of A Slut

Mental Illness

Sometimes things in life happen that throw us for a loop. You might be left scrambling to find and alternate way to accomplish something.  Case in point, the other night one of favorite bullets died.  I tried multiple new batteries hoping that maybe it was just bad batteries.  Nope.  It did not break right away it broke while in use. It just stopped right as I was about to get off.  Needless to say I had to scramble and find a quick substitute to finish with.  Thankfully I have a few bullets hanging around. That was the bad news.  The good news is that while looking around for a replacement I decided to place an order for some other items. Hopefully this means I can actually have some new reviews for EF.  It seems like that the majority of my toys are either discontinued, have too many reviews already or not carried by EF.  

2013 was a shit year for me. Between my day job being dicks with with me and continuously, my boyfriend changing jobs having an erratic work schedule for a good chunk of the year both of which had affected not only finances but also caused a few ripples in our relationship due to lack of quality time with one another. That coupled with a major decision to move back to Pittsburgh has resulted in neglecting this blog. I am hoping that 2014 and brings better things, most of which is that major move we want. Living in backwoods Pennsylvania for the past 8 years has really sapped a lot from me. It has lowered my motivation to write, not only entries but also writing in general. Being surrounded by bigoted and sexually repressed people has caused everything from amusement to frustration and anger. And when the most exciting thing that one can do is a trip to the local Walmart it also leads to a kind of mental depression. I miss the city. I miss being able to explore, visi...

Unhealthy Relationships

Looking back I think that in some regards my decision to walk out my of parents house was an easy one to make. True it can be said that there was little thought given to the fact that I was now to be without with shelter and income, that soon even the basic needs in a persons every day life would become a luxury that I would often find myself doing without. Food, clean clothes, shower, the feeling of being safe. None of these were in mind when I got into the car with no more then a black backpack holding what few belongings I could carry. I was young, rash and tired of being treated as if I were lower then others. I was fed up with judgmental attitude of my mother. The one that told me daily that I was never good enough. That I never would be. I was not what she and my father had hoped for in a daughter. For years prior they had shuttled me from Psychiatrist to Psychiatrist until they found one that would tell them exactly what they wanted to hear. My own thoughts and feelings now...