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I haven’t always been an open book, spreading her legs and joy for the world to see, I was more of a closested freak. All my friends knew I was incredibly promiscuous and loved sex, but that stayed in my immediate group. Nowadays, I wear my heart on my sleeve, my sex life is plastered all over the internet and I’ve accepted that I’ve opened myself up to being judged for what I do.
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VibeWIthMolly/VibeWithMommy shares her opinion on what women actually want and gives helpful tips on how to approach a first date as well as tips for physical intimacy, consent and how to seal the deal! In my dating life I have made quite a few men uncomfortable with my forwardness. I’ve had a guy make up an excuse and left the date after only 30 minutes of conversation. I admittedly knew we weren’t a match so I got pretty vulgar fairly quickly. What did I say? Fine I’ll tell ya. I told him one of my kinks was to get objectified and fucked like a fuckdoll from time to time. I think it freaked him out a bit…
One misstep, my boot slides out from underneath me and my face makes contact with the rock. I’m now draped over the beautiful rock face cliff like a little goldendoodle who just played for hours at the dog park. My floppy curly ears frazzled, ego floating in the cold river below and my fear a blazin’.
Well, the first time I was naked in public was when I was a child. I don’t remember much from that time, but what I do know is a story my mother told me. She said she could never keep clothes on me.
I should've known the second I woke up with half my head of hair missing.
Tufts of locks blowing around the room like little tumbleweeds that you see in old western movies before the shootout scene commences. I should’ve known this fuck up was warning me of the hard years ahead. “Run away”, the wind whispers, “Run away as fast as you can and never look back.” The reality of what happened sinks in. I look in the mirror and I swear I look like Gollum from "Lord of the Rings”. As I looked in the mirror, at this stranger, I couldn’t remember a goddamn thing.My mind starts racing. “What the fuck happened? Why did I do this to myself?” I would later learn that, in a blackout rage, I had what some would call a mental breakdown.
“This better not be a brothel you are taking us to.” He slaps his knee and throws his head back in laughter. “Of course it’s not a brothel, it’s a party like I said, I promise,'' he says with a drunken grin and squinty eyes.
My vision shrinks to the size of a pinhole. The sound that comes after sounds like a muffled horn. I can’t feel my body, time slows down; it’s almost as if time doesn’t exist. I'm standing on an empty highway, the air is thick with dew and fog, red and blue lights flashing in my peripheral. In front of me there are two mangled cars. I'm surrounded by police officers; I can't hear anything anyone’s saying. All I can feel is my heart thumping in my chest, filling my ears with such loud thuds it's almost nauseating. I feel condensation start to form on my palms from all the anxiety filling my chest.
Do you ever just look back at a time in your life and think, "Wow, I can't believe I let that happen to me" or "I can't believe I did that." It almost feels like a dream, like it happened to someone else. It's crazy what happens when you WAKE UP. When you find a purpose; a reason, a reason to feel purposeful, a purposeful reason.
I look back at her (me) and think, "Wow, you poor lost little soul." Then I realize, "WOW! I grew." That's what I'm saying to myself. That's the change I'm feeling; I grew into something.
What does it mean to embrace a beautiful, shitty life?
I figured out that life is made up of beautiful and equally shitty moments. It's crazy, one moment I could literally feel SO good. I mean NOTHING can get me down. I'm walking taller, I feel solid in my foot steps and not a care in the world. Then, like a switch, I find myself feeling scared. I start to ask myself questions like, "Why are you so happy? What makes you so special? You live with your mom and you're a single mother." Then as quickly as it came, my smile is gone. This beautiful moment has now been replaced with the most shitty feeling.
I've never trusted myself to make New Years resolutions. I think it's because I could never think of something I wanted to accomplish. This year is different. I guess you could say I had a REVELATION. I want to write more. I love writing. I want to be vulnerable and put my writing out there. I love writing about how I feel. I like how it FEELS to write about how I FEEL.
2017 was a tough year for me. I started reading other peoples stories and how they overcame their hardships and what led them to finding the help they needed. This really helped steer me in the right direction. Without the words of total strangers, I would've felt so alone. I think sharing our experiences is therapeutic. Not only for ourselves, but it could help a total stranger through a tough time.
