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We interrupt your regularly scheduled viewing for this quick announcement *or* AAaggh! The dick tentacles are coming!

I have totally broken away from my routine this week... life happened. But things will be back on track this week. I have mostly stuck to everything else. The loss of routine is in no way due to a lack of confidence or lack of motivation. There are just sometimes in our lives when other… Continue reading We interrupt your regularly scheduled viewing for this quick announcement *or* AAaggh! The dick tentacles are coming!

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Sologamy: ultimate self loving

Sologamy is the practice of being on one's own. To be alone but not lonely. Of being unapologetically and happily single AF. I first came into contact well before I entered a state of sologamy myself. I can't even remember who I heard it from but the idea has stuck. If you don't I already… Continue reading Sologamy: ultimate self loving

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But first

this is the sort of thing I write when I don't know what to write... #selflove #loveeveryone

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FAQ Warrior Goddess Queen

I get hundreds of emails every day asking questions to do with #warriorgoddessqueen (or none, ever, but whatevs) So, I thought I would answer some of the more common/never asked questions I get. Amberley, what IS a Warrior Goddess Queen? This is a tricky question to answer. Because there is no real stereotype of a… Continue reading FAQ Warrior Goddess Queen

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But fuck that shit

I was gonna write another hate poem I was gonna write another "fuck you" poem I was gonna worry Steam and boil in my anxiety and hatred and fear of you I was gonna cry I was gonna crumble in on myself Take my insides and pour them out onto the paper Allow myself to… Continue reading But fuck that shit

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Channing Tatum is not you

I wish I could stop thinking about Channing Tatum I wish I could stop thinking about his strong arms around my body I wish I could stop thinking about Jared Leto I wish I could stop imagining him Behind me in bed Next to me as I write, hand on my knee I wish I… Continue reading Channing Tatum is not you

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Not today

I browsed through my notebooks this afternoon, hair still wet from the pool. I wanted to post a poem I had written. *shakes head Sensible Amberley tells me, sternly and without wiggle room, "No." I look for it anyway. Found it and read through the poem. I have read it so many times. There are… Continue reading Not today

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The danger of undeserved power

The books I've read have always explained blood as smelling "coppery" or "metallic." They're not wrong, but they're not right either. Yes. I could detect that old-penny tang in the air, but there were other things too. They never mention the rot of it. The butcher shop meatiness. The piss and shit part that will undoubtedly be there. Because if there is so much blood you can smell it, then someone is either dead or about to be. A bandaid would no longer help them. Blood doesn't just smell like loose change. I should know. I was covered in it.