Living Proof

Yes, you read that right. I’m making the big move. I’m off to Denver to go live with Dani, Curtis and Maxime. Or wait- did I put that in the wrong order? I’m sorry. Curtis, Dani and Maxime. We have to make sure that the men are first and the women are last. I’m excited though. They’ve opened their home to me. You can hear their invitation here . They’re providing me with my own bedroom within their home. My sister wives are setting me up with a ‘surprise husband’… Curtis. We are all going to be one happy family. See, when Maxime moved over to Denver to move in with Curtis and Dani, they were planning a “surprise husband”. Well, Curtis is one lucky man. He not only has two wives, he has three now. I plan to marry him a week after my stay, so we can fornicate as soon as possible. I hope my sister wives show me the ropes. Polygamy at its finest. I’m no longer a lesbian anymore. I’m a radical Christian fundamentalist that will be attending the Denver Bible Church. So many events have be...

It’s there. Lurking behind the door, sneering at me through the cracks of the walls, echoing down the long corridors, calling my name, whispering the threat of something all too familiar. PMS: Bloating, ranting, crying, laughing, Lifetime watching, soup inhaling, salt absorbing, water retaining, tissue throwing, five pound weight gaining, fighting, whining, horny & always complaining, ten million more zits and clumsy like a bull in a china shop—I feel like a complete mess! Rocking back and forth like a mental patient in a psyche ward, I’m craving red meat and wine. I want the rest of the chocolates in the pantry. I want something salty- something marinated. My cravings are worst than a pregnant woman. My sexual drive is worst than a pregnant woman! Anything will suffice. Last night I made the oddest combo of food. I sautéed garlic, onions, mushrooms, fresh parsley and basil into olive oil with a splash of white wine and lemon. In the other pan, I fried up chicken liver in olive oi...