Strings attached My love is unconditional – an animal born in viscera. Hardwired. Evolved. Oxytocin enchantment distracted me from my enslavement. The journey began with keeping that outraged and unshelled tyrant alive. Hormone drunk, I vowed to nourish and protect – no matter what – and my noble intention did endure the most unreasonable of […]
Shoe horns and ready salted crisps – things I’ve learned from getting older
Actually, it’s just one thing. It’s OK to change your mind. There’s something in those unquestionable lessons of life that seem to say know your self, decide who you are and – most importantly – stick with it. Like, choosing your career before you are old enough to drive, or whether or not you’re homosexual […]