olsen

If I could contain the scent of the season's first rain, I would keep it in a bottle around my neck for emergencies: Welcome Home.

Vibrator shopping with the hyenas, I am on the verge
of tears, a little girl who knows she is just about to be
too heavy to carry, that soon she will be accountable
for washing her own hair,
taking out garbage,
babysitting new little girls,
having babies
that soon grow into little girls too heavy to carry.

I bought a 3-D ticket for the ride...
Read More

I'm starting to crawl on my knees through other people's minds. How many penetrated heads will develop a sense of lust, a fascination? And how many minds will close in around me and release me--the mind unchanged, myself sullied in shiny pink goo?

I uploaded more pictures, you know, the kind where I'm still wearing clothes, and carrying a dorky expression on my face. That's...
Read More

I fight myself in the open space between growth and conformity.

My doctor says to split open my too-small girlish parts with my own fingers. Maybe now is the time to rupture if ever I will, but I still don't see that it is necessary to me as a person that I turn into a sexual creature in any stranger's sense of the world.

I...
Read More

So I stand here, an SG reject, in all my naked glory.

All I ever wanted from life was for a stranger to see me naked--because it makes me uncomfortable. No one learns anything when they aren't crashing through their own boundaries like thin glass.

So I wont be paid. ....Here's to exploring experience for your own reasons.