Stuff that’s happened.
Well, I tried being a bar slut. I truly did. I got a good start by doing something a little crazy during Purim. After the breakup with Papa II, I was feeling kinda low, and TB helped me out by introducing me to some nice young men who might be kind enough to help an…
I had a very happy Purim. Many important principles were confirmed for me. I understand very well now, to question my motivation, but not my instincts. My friends know the sordid details of my wild weekend already, which I’m not going to share with the rest of the world. The stuff that other readers should…
The recovery effort is going well so far. I got the crap out of my system, did my crying, talked my friends’ ears off, went out and got drunk, and met some new guys. One in particular will have a nice tale to tell his grandkids about the time he met a Black woman at…
In this video, I read the letters Papa II wrote me with his own hands, burn them, and then eat some of the ashes to own my half of the stupidity of it all. As you hear the words, remember that I am not a young, hot chick a guy would need to lie to…
As if anyone is surprised, Papa II has reminded me why I don’t backtrack and why I stopped dating Israeli men. Apparently, his sheeple time bomb went off and he’s “not attracted to” me anymore. What has actually happened is that he has a thing for his therapist (Jewish, feminist) and I would be in…
Well, it seems my outburst of insecurity was just female b.s. I misread some nonverbal signals, and that sent me spinning off into noplace near rational. Papa II called today, and we talked. Well, I snivelled and he clarified. So we’re good now. I’m feeling kinda stupid, and though others keep telling me it’s okay…