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I've heard that one of the more difficult parts of adjusting to parenthood is trying to find a balance between being a nurturing, new mother and still being a flirty, vivacious wife. I most definitely share in this sentiment! Don't get me wrong, it's not that my husband and I have lost attraction towards each other in any way. However, the healing process from a c-section birth can be long and grueling, and the process of feeling physically comfortable, let alone sexy and confident, might seem out of reach for a while. Becoming a mother is one of the most amazing blessings that a woman could receive, but the physical repercussions can be a little more than overwhelming. You find yourself wondering things like "will sex ever feel the same again," "how does my vagina plan to survive this," "is the remaining carnage I call my skin ever going to see the sun in a skimpy bikini again?" No matter your questions or concerns, I promise yo...

I decided, after some heavy introspection as of late, that I can attribute a huge part of my success this past year and a half to my ability to finally take a step back and face my most detrimental problems from which I had been running for almost ten years. [At some point you just gotta ask yourself why tf are you tripping on stuff that happened in, like, '07! Come on now..] Some may not know this, but, as much as Vegas feels like home to me, I've only lived here for four and a half years, and this is, in fact, the fifth state I've lived in. One of the common denominators of all my moves and uprootedness was that I was always running from something... whether it was a bad relationship, pressure from my family to go back to college, or just generally my own past tendencies and reputation. I was so caught up with trying to fit the mold of what everyone was expecting of me that I lost sight of my own personal dreams, and stopped allowing myself to discover new things to l...

Who sat in this seat before me? Did they sit comfortably? Or were they cocked to one side rubbing two fingers to their left brain with the right pressed carelessly against a strange, cold window pane? On rolling, rain-spattered wheels, we find ourselves turning Over-analyzing and relearning the past in different ways Oh how the mind plays these mindless games While we pay the price of sanity, Self-esteem, comfort, security.. These are all things I never had Not saying it wasn't my bad, but how was I to know it was an early grave I'd be digging? Without it, I wouldn't also be sitting Here staring into a world of possibility Of connections to a stranger thru a shared struggle to dig these graves These memorials of lives that could be saved if only we could make a difference Change the course of this common interest.. Whether it was a brother, a mother, or maybe another We've had to sit here for decades pondering the same thing Where would this bus really ...

Alone with my thoughts Smokey scope from mental gunshots Still resounding off the table tops covered in all of our unfinished conversations.. Familiar sensations grow from familiar self-hatred Glass house inhabitant, but I still throw rocks

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a...

I woke up to a smile today, I didn't know how to feel The warmth befell my slumber and unconsciously revealed A grinning mischief, a soul entirely tangible and wet I wiped my sleepy eyes to a backlit silhouette A touch of velvet, burgundy blood and oil Annointed spring's garden in a summer soil And as they tumbled softly intertwined like wild vines They became one body, one spirit, one mind One consciousness, two halves, once seeking to be whole, Wandering the world in sadness, running blindly from the cold. "Late Summer Morning" With love [?], Reese Darko

I'm something of a movie junkie. I love them! There are so many on my "to-see" list that I just feel I've grown insatiable. One of my favorite genres is the whole major disaster/end of the world bit, mainly because I am an extremely pessimistic person [unfortunately] and I have what I like to call a "final destination" perspective. Whether you wanna call it Murphy's Law or just bad luck, I have given up doubting that the worst possible thing(s) could happen to me. I'm not gonna say I live my life in fear of death, but that my imagination allows me to play with ideas of death happening in pretty much any situation.   Anywho, I just watched Jurassic World [don't ask me why I waited so long to see it in theaters]. It was so awesome! It's amazing to think of what magnificent feats can be achieved through genetic modifications. Magnificent, but terrifying at the same time. I'm sick of humans always trying to play God. I would not be at ...

I decided to start blogging about my life as of late. I know it's always hard to start these things off 'cause one must beg the question, "what makes my life so damn important that the rest of the world should know?" I don't know if all bloggers struggle with this at first, but I am more than happy to share my 20-something-year-old happenings with anyone who might share in my thoughts, oppose them with some trolling rebuttal, or scoff at my page altogether. All that matters, is that we all go through some shit, and I will make it my mission to break down that whole FB façade that we're all perfect and happy and smiling and successful. To hell with that! Isn't one of the reasons the internet exists is to be able to exercise your freedom of speech and expression, and to tell some pretween troll to go fuck himself with his mother's dildo? Okay, maybe we won't go that far. Anyway, today is Thursday I believe, which is now a beacon of nostalgic pic...