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Checking up on Bridget

I asked her, "Where is your heart?" and she pointed to a corner of her kitchen and said, "It's there - I figure another week might be enough." And it was there, in a splatter of bright red blood on the black and white linoleum. It was nearly ripped in two and every time it beat the two folds fluttered like a coughing sea creature on dry land. >> keep reading


This is all about You

You learned long ago that any choice you made would not be touched by another person's hand in your life; regrets then only fall on your own self, and that is good, for there is never, and never will be, anyone else to blame. Be alone in this as it is the simplest truth and the hardest truth. No one else is to blame. Do not let them sway your >> keep reading


Embraced by Darkness

So, I have finally finished and released my first book. Life is good accordingly . . . Wow, I have never spent so many hours on something in my entire life to be rewarded with so little. No, I'm not complaining, but I will warn all self published writers from here on out that just the process of trying to get out press releases >> keep reading

Where have all of the Gods gone?

This Is All About You

I want you to become the God you were born to be. All of you men out there. I want you to rise up (not on the backs of slaves or women or other men you’ve beaten down) but on the power we want to bestow you with.


But first, to clarify:

There is a very key difference between assholes and Gods.

Gods do not tear down in an attempt to build themselves higher. Gods do not try to control other creatures as they believe in the power of free will. Gods will defend the weak and stand for equality, every time. A God’s word is his bond and a God says nothing he would not be proud to say in front of every person on this planet. Gods protect what they love and will take any hardship or burden to help those that they love. A God has no excuses. A God would never suggest that he knows better then anyone else. Gods are humble.

Where have all of the Gods gone?


Without accountability no man needed to become a God anymore and they stopped seeking for respect and started believing that they deserved it just for being born. Then, of course, the Goddesses (finally) rebelled and took all of the power for fear of mass destruction.

The ensuing war had many casualties – (the worst maybe being the masculinity of men) so we ended up with assholes pretending to be masculine or good men afraid to be masculine. (or maybe the worst was the hardening of our girls) we ended up with bitter and cruel women, micromanaging naggers who do it all (or think they do) and treat all of the men around them as being incompetent morons. In the end women believe that men are all assholes, the ones with the least amount of disguise are just less disappointing in the end.

I want to be your Goddess and I want you to be my God. I know I will have trouble with all of this and I know I will fight you VERY hard as the entire situation will feel like an attack on my very life. Just having this conversation makes me scared (proof that I am no Goddess yet). Now, you must understand how I had to take my power back as when I was without power, a man (who thought of himself as a God though no God would ever do such a thing) abused it and wronged me and would have destroyed me. It took me years and countless battles to recapture all of my power and regain control of my life. I remain heavily armed, armored and entirely suspicious. I lost many battles along the way, lost much of the femininity that is vital to being the spectacular Goddess that I am capable of being . . . but I won the war. So I lived. But at what cost? I hear the venom of the women and feel it in me, I am not without the tremendous rage at your sex for all the horror you did to mine. And I am not without the desire for revenge when your sex had promised to fulfill your role but instead abused it. When we were at our weakest, when we needed protection, your sex stripped us lower then the earth and robbed us of everything that made us Goddesses and then, when we were powerless, you abused us, raped us, did all but destroy us. Your sex went so far as to create entire religions, condemning our very souls, to convince us that even being raped and murdered by your sex was where we belonged. No, I am not without the vast fires of vengeance that still burn and burn and burn for my sex.

But I want to be.

I do not want to punish you for the vile actions of your ancestors. I do not want to punish you for the evil they committed and the lies that they told. I want to be able to put down the truth about how you are capable of all of the evil imaginable. Instead, I want to be able to pick up the truth that you are also capable of being a God. Mostly, I want to put down my weapons . . . they are very very heavy and I am tired of living with the safety off. And I want to remove my armor, it makes me feel safe but it does not make me happy. I want to be naked before you without fear of your taking advantage of how much smaller I am compared to you. I want to be able to trust you to see all of the scars these battles left me with and not fear your laughing at me. I want to be able to trust that even though my sex is different you will never ever make me feel like there is anything wrong with it . . . or me. I want to be able to admit that I am more fragile then you. I want to be able to acknowledge that I am capable of everything that you are but that I don’t need to prove it anymore. I want to help give you your power back and, as a happy consequence, see my power restored as well.

This is what I want to be able to do.

I want to be proud of the frailness I was born with instead of afraid of admitting it. I want to be proud of being your equal, yet entirely different. I want a God to tell me that we are two halves of the same coin that we each may be able to do this without the other, but neither of us would ever want to. I want a God to acknowledge how incredible I am for the things that I, as a Goddess, am capable of. I want to stand in awe at how incredible a God you are and all that you do that I then, in turn, do not have to do. I want a God to run his fingers over my delicate things and make me feel proud to have them, and glad.

I want our relationship to be our religion.

Our home to be our temple.

Our bed to be our alter.

You and I the only Gods that exist – and ever needed to.


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