Lauren Hemphill writes to survive

Dear You, I’m in love!  I never thought I would be in a place like this. I never thought I’d ever find someone who set my soul aflame, and brought me untold joy and happiness. She makes me feel safe, and secure, and powerful, and strong. Even when I’m uncertain and afraid, she holds me tight and she offers me consoling words, builds up my resolve, believes in me in ways I never thought anyone…

Purity Culture Is Dead & I Fucking Kill Him. For all your ex-purity culture needs. As an exvangelical myself, who was deeply harmed by purity culture, this design is a bit more personal for me. A matte 3×3 sticker.

Babe? Babe, answer me. A matte 3×3 sticker. She said yes, I’m still sexy 🙂

[Preview] Hide And Seek

[This is a snippet of a larger piece. You can read the full thing on my OF or my Patreon. Links below.] CW // NSFW; smut; sex; sexual situations; Ten. You told me to run. I crash through the undergrowth, leaping across downed logs and snapping branches underfoot.  Nine.  The flashlight in my hand presses lines in my palm. Its beam is a beacon, one I cannot afford for much longer. I spare a…

11.17.22 / 11.19.22 “It’s not easy for me to depend on other people,” I said. “I know,” she replied. I trusted you first with my time. A date at a local cafe I found myself holding some sense of safety at. A large table stolen for the sake of two – for you and I. I sipped on my tea and watched you enter and there was something about you, something in the way you walked, in the way you held…

May I Lust After You?

(Moderate NSFW warning.) The air hung heavy with want. She sat on my lap, grinding her ass into me as I groped for her, pulled at her shirt, moaned my desire into the fabric draped over her skin. Weed buzzed in my nerves, frayed the edges of my mind. I pressed my forehead to her back and could smell her intoxicating aroma, grew drunk off the desire to have it wrapped around my senses. I bit and…

A piece about healing s3xual trauma induced by religion. Mostly SFW!

8.23.22 Precipice of Healing I stand on the precipice of change and growth. The brink of a cliff that will destroy the mask of who I thought I was, who I thought I was allowed to be. Each time I jump off it, I land upon another cliff, delving deeper and deeper into the truth of who I am. I stand upon one now, peering off the edge, unsure why I hesitate. Unsure why my stomach churns and my bones…

A NSFW piece discussing want and desire, and learning how those hungers for my girlfriend are not wrong or shameful.

8.2.22 / 8.3.22 CW // nsfw / sex / religion The Sin Of Lust My fingers trace patterns in the cum on your stomach, curious and tentative. I did not know it was mine until you said, did not realize your intentions to show it to me when you pushed my hand there. It is warm. It is thick. It is momentarily embarrassing. Perhaps that is not an accurate word to describe the feeling. Perhaps I should…

I do not let people touch my wrists. Except for you. Except for you.

7.25.22 CW // self-harm mention; suicidal thoughts mention; I do not let people touch my wrists.  I have not always been this way – sensitive to those who might touch a vulnerable area of my skin. Before depression gripped my throat with its compassionless touch, my wrists were not considered vulnerable to me. They were as strong and durable as the rest of my body, and did not decree special…

A personal piece of me helping myself relax in this new place of safety. I love it here. I love my girlfriend. And I think I'm finally starting to relax in that love.

7.18.22 Talking to my inner child There is a little girl who sits alone in the alleyway of a crowded city. It stinks of gasoline. Plastic wrappers of discarded food sit coated with mold. Dumpsters overflow with trash unattended to.  This little girl bears strawberry blonde hair that flows down to her shoulders. She curls up in the shadows, outside the reach of streetlights as night stretches…

Talks With My Therapist

5.24.22 Talks with my therapist  You’ve got a sweet family. Thank you. Thank you for sharing them with me. Thank you for being part of it, for however long you’re here. I told Janet I had no expectations entering this relationship. I tried to keep myself from committing, from falling too quickly. I tried to keep up a wall to ensure I would not be hurt, to ensure I would not be too much. I…

[5.31.22] [Felt like writing this little moment down. I found it sweet how much she likes my long hair. She was so distraught when I burned sections of it. Though now apparently my hair is “medium” length, despite being able to come down to the bottom edge of my ribcage lmao.] I wove my hands through my long, red hair as she drove us home. I paused when I found what I searched for: a section of…

Protecting An Uncaged Animal

5.25.22 & 5.31.22 & 6.7.22, 6.8.22, 6.9.22 Protecting An Uncaged Animal I want to go to support and protect you.  She holds me in her arms as she breathes these words into the morning air clinging to our skin. There is a chill wrapped around us, kept at bay only by the warmth she exudes. She smells of the space between a field and a forest, scents of nature and grass and trees. She does not…

5.14.22 Rain dances along the gravel outside the plastered window, dulling the blade of sunlight that cuts through the blinds and rests upon the body of my lover. A chill stalks the outer edges of the mattress, daring not enter the abode of tender warmth and lustful breaths. It smells of her, and it smells of me, a mixture of earth and trees and the animals that slumber in the spring’s new…

4.4.22  Strength I’ve always been told I’m strong. Close friends and strangers have heard my story, taken my hand, and told me how strong I was for enduring, for making it through. I used to be proud of this title. Now I am weary of it. The strength they speak of is emotional strength, spiritual strength, not the stubborn will of my body, not the fortitude of my arms. No matter the routines I…

4.8.22 & 5.12.22 You know how much safety means to me. My tiny home came together after 4 years of work. Late nights and early mornings spent redoing the roof, setting the windows, building the interior. Propane heaters propped up as it snowed and rained outside, all while I drilled holes for electrical with shaking, bleeding hands. Clothes left abandoned by the front door during hot summer…