From Faggot to Bitch
Let me start this post by saying that I firmly believe that words only have the power that you give them. My entire adolescent life I was called a “faggot” or a derivative of such....
Tagged: quiet play
The Honey Pot Bee: November
Seriously, where did October go? I’m writing this post with a bucket of stolen candy in my lap to celebrate Halloween. Why buy my own when there’s oodles of it just left on neighbourhood door...
