#breaking free

Under the trillions of stars above, where light and dark matter are playing tug-of-war, where someone is holding on to the last strands of a pleasant dream as if it were hair on top of a middle-aged head, they are getting dragged out of their bed by their feet into the glacial throne of the grind; there is another name for misery: it’s called Monday.  Monday, evil, Monday. How heartless you are.…

If you so choose, you are not your past. The minute you embrace who you are in the present, the part of you that was dissolves into an embodiment of lessons and experiences. Over-attachment is not love in its purest form. It’s a devotion to fear. Fear that you might be alone. Ostracized by your own choices. Whatever you leave behind latches around your feet as fetters. You couldn’t take steps…

Cuckupence TwentyOne

“‘Jesus! Stop worrying about it,’ my know-it-all husband said as he shoved our bags into the trunk of the Uber. ‘Just get in the car, unless you want Drew to give you the belt before we even get to the airport!’ It was always about Drew, lately.

And as sure as the sun shines, and not even fifty minutes later, I was being detained by airport security for a secondary screening. I was wanded, patted down, taken to a private room, stripped, and asked to explain why my junk was locked in a shiny metal cock-cage!

They took photographs and peppered me with the most embarrassing questions: ‘Where was the key? Why would I do this? Who then has the key? Why would I let someone else do this? Could I blink twice if I needed help?’

By the time all was said and done, hours later, I’d been thoroughly humiliated and emotionally compromised. Meanwhile, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’, had ignored my pleading phone calls, and my many texts for help, during my very preventable inquisition. It turned out that they’d both decided not to wait and boarded the plane to leave without me.

I was eventually released but they placed me on a temporary no-fly list until all this got resolved. And since I’d paid for our tickets to Puerto Rico, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’ would be stopped and held at their connection in beautiful Detroit to answer questions regarding suspected human trafficking. The fact that there are no beaches or tropical drinks in Detroit wasn’t lost on me.

The primary enemy we will face is our own fallen nature. It is our flesh that longs for gratification. It is within these recesses that sin abides. Although we are under an attack from without, if we can win the war within, the outside enemies will fall before us. This is one of the most important secrets to breaking free from sexual bondage.