I’ve danced for men who couldn’t look me in the eyes, but paid to see my naked body control their very existence. They thought they were buying a good time — they didn’t know they were witnessing a ritual. I didn’t strip for approval. Sure—the money was fast. The limelight seductive. But that wasn’t the…
The Dream That Freed Me
I used to blame my stepmom for my father’s death. Not that she actually killed him, but I saw her as an accomplice. They were both drunks, from what I remember. Then again… I’ve blocked out so much of my childhood that only bits and pieces come through. It wasn’t until maybe eight years after…
I Wasn’t Always This Way.
Yes, of course pain changed me—but so did pleasure. Traumatized at a young age from lack of maternal support… or “mommy issues”, to cut straight to the point. I used to blame my mother for every inconvenience I experienced in my teenage years and early adult life. While my perspective was valid—and every piece of…
A Hand From The Other Side: A Dream That Prepared Me for Loss.
Two weeks before my grandma passed, I had a dream that changed everything. It didn’t just foreshadow her death; it was an offering of wisdom, of guidance and of the ancestors stepping forward to remind me of what I was about to inherit. In the dream, my grandma and I were on a small wooden…
Tomorrow Never Came.
After a long night of partying on South Beach with everybody tryna escape reality—using drugs and alcohol to mute their thoughts and emotions, I too was still throwing back shots at 6am, finally leaving the after hours spot. I was 21, alone in Miami, living “The Life” as my friends back home would call it.…
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