The Chapstick

  (TW-assault, PTSD, Depression, Graphic or Explicit content to follow. )                              There are a lot of things I try to keep private in my writing. My intention is never to be explicit, or graphic because I suppose I always fear that someone close to me will find that bit of my writing and think ill of me, and that which I strive to create. Well, today I would like to encourage them to run from this post if they are uncomfortable with explorations of the female mind, body, and orgasm...because that's what you are going to get with the product I am reviewing with my long time friend, and collaborator, Luna.                          In the pursuit of women lifting up women I have never been shy about my support for women in explorations and endeavors of sex work, sexual health, or women's health in general, even if my work portrays a luke warm pool for those looking for a deep dive into these parts of themselves. Thankfully, my friend Luna is a sexual activist,

      Greetings, earthlings! I speak in such an extraterrestrial tongue because a different planet is the only explanation I have for where I have been this past year. While my heart, and my mind have been right here, writing, scribbling, thinking, I, myself have been in a galaxy far, far away. I have written this particular article in many fashions, tongues, many times, and I have just looked at my reflection in my laptop,and felt unrecognizable. That is more or less how I have felt this past year, unrecognizable, I have been growing and becoming someone I felt could slam away at these keys in a vessel that I could stand behind. Since we've last parted I have lost parts of myself both physically and metaphorically. I have jotted down the many intimacies of my mind that I have let both consume, enamor, and expand the woman I have become, and I have much to share with you all. While I am sure the viewership of this particular blog either knows me on a personal enough basis, or is of