sexuality

Coming Undone

Coming Undone

I am coming undone. Piece by piece, flesh and bone, heart and matter, who I have believed myself to be is coming undone.  The unraveling has even begun to feel good.  Life is revealing herself to me as the wild ride she is! 

A Photographic Rite of Passage

A Photographic Rite of Passage

A prayer for my body: I grew into my womanhood completely traumatized with such poor self-esteem.  My boundaries were beyond crossed and I had no healthy model of what I was suppose to become. 

Feeling like myself for the first time

Feeling like myself for the first time

Unveiling the shroud of mystery, wouldn't that be the most peaceful dream for our body and soul? I realized: The hardest censor ever, might be myself.