WARNING: SOME GUEST ESSAYS HERE TODAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTENT. READ NO FURTHER IF CURSE WORDS OR SEXUAL SITUATIONS OFFEND YOU.
Last week I was honored to guest post for Kellie Elmore on Magic in the Backyard’s Life in Quotations. Kellie encourages her guest authors to share a meaningful quote, put our spin on it, and create an exercise for readers.
My quote came from author Lorrie Moore: “Write something you’d never show your mother or father,” which created a wonderful outpouring of emotional, real essays. The real-life stories took our breath away.
Some shared on the site, others emailed me personally and asked if they could share anonymously or in more detail on my site and of course, I’m thrilled to share them here with you today.
- This first piece is by Anonymous. It’s a brutal, raw piece and I’m so proud of her. Her husband left her last year after a tumultuous marriage. Her pain is palpable.
THE LAST TIME by Anonymous
I remember the last time we fucked.
How you took of my body—as you always did.
But this time you stole something else—a part of me I never could have given you.
Your fuck was full of hate and passion-confused, unadulterated deliberateness with intent to hurt me—as you always did. I can’t forgive, my cunt won’t forget, and my spirit will not die.
Fuck you for leaving. I’d have hated if you’d stayed.
My loathing coupled with the deepest love, the kind you cannot accidentally come across. My love was real and you borrowed it, used it like a weapon against me. As you always did, you left me alone—hungry, hurt, and vacant like a room full of only echoes.
I tried so hard to be enough and you let me believe that I wasn’t, that I couldn’t be.
You didn’t pick me—as you always did.
I remember the last time we fucked.
- The next piece is by a new and incredibly smart Twitter follower of mine, Dee Austin. I'd love to read the full piece (if she chooses to write it). I'm grateful she chose to share this with us.
Found Left Wanting by Dee Austin
It came like a secret least expected, and desperately unwanted. Bringing suspense, and desires once thought gone. Wasting time like stolen years, it left discontent.
- Ashely emailed me with this piece. It took a huge leap of courage for her to share this and she said she never would have had she not come across my post and exercise. I feel privileged to share this with you today.
Butterfly by Ashley Williams
I have this silly little secret. I shouldn't be terrified to share this with some family and friends, but I am. Still, it's time to be myself, and if they can't handle it, it's their issue. Not mine. So, here it is. I have two tattoos. Most people will never see them. They are on my back, hidden under my clothes. My own little secret, but now, I’m saying it out loud. Because amongst most of my family and friends, this is taboo. I’m a grown up, and I still don’t want my mother to know I have ink, even though I am very proud of the two pieces I have.
The first is a Celtic trinity knot. I chose it for its Mind/Body/Soul meaning rather than the more recent Christian symbols. I got it four years ago. I’d wanted a tattoo since I was fifteen, but waited (a long, long time) until I knew the design was right. I had planned to go with my friend Lara to get the tattoo, but Lara fell very ill. We thought, more than once, that she wouldn’t make it. When things looked most bleak for Lara, in her honor I decided to go ahead and get the tattoo. It would honor our friendship, whether she pulled through or not. Thankfully, she’s alive and well now.
The other tattoo I also wanted for years, but again had to wait for the right image. You see, this one is in memory of my dad. Just before and after his death, butterflies were all around. Old stories say that when a butterfly is seen soon after death, it means the soul of the departed is at peace. My dad died in 1998, and since then, I've had butterflies appear around me when I least expect it. I think its my dad's way of checking on me. So I knew the only image that would work would be a butterfly. The problem here was finding the perfect butterfly image to use. Finally, the cover of Melissa Marr’s “Fragile Eternity” provided the butterfly inspiration I had been seeking. The artist did a wonderful job. The tattoo is beautiful, the colors vibrant and just what I wanted. This is a photo of it, immediately after it was done.
I like my tattoos. I like that I have this side of me that most people don’t know. I like that when I catch a glimpse of them in the mirror, I’m reminded of why I got them, reminded of my dad. I don’t know why I’ve been so hesitant to tell some people that I have the tattoos. I suppose I am afraid of their judgment. I get that tattoos aren’t for everyone. But if someone judges me for having one, do I really need them in my life? So, here we go. I guess it isn’t a secret now. And even saying it out loud is freeing.
- Dawn is a lovely, sweet fan and friend who shared this heartfelt piece. She too said it was so freeing for her to finally, after all these years, write something so close to her heart. I'm so proud of her.
Incomplete, Forever Searching by Dawn Doyle
Ripped away, my body, my soul, my child. My own parents, trust gone, never replaced. No understanding for me, compassion for her, lost again, together.
(Wow, that was hard. It’s not good, but it is truth, it is real.)
- Here's my own piece. Written about lost love.
Touch by Rachel Thompson
Feeling his hands holding her soul.
Keeping the garden of her emotions,
Close inside his fist.
Meeting her rush of words,
With a silent finger.
Shhhh….
Guarding his heart,
Pushing aside all that matters,
With his clear-eyed gaze.
He grasps her fire,
Before watching
It slowly fall.
Brushing off her tears,
Work to be done.
Knowing but not seeing,
What he can’t hold.
She turns, waiting…
Urgent for his touch.
Clasping in his hands
What he can’t deny,
And doesn’t question.
What he doesn’t
Carry anymore,
Is what cages him.
Walking along the shore,
Folding her heart in his hands.
He keeps it with him,
In the pages of his journal,
Like a bookmark keeping his place
Hidden, at times, mislaid.
She used to be strong,
Never handing over her love.
He’s taken her, filled her…
His slave, his mercy.
Her heart so raw; he doesn’t know--
She’s already
Lost.
- Finally, here's Kellie Elmore's beautiful piece. Known for her heartfelt, honest and generally uplifting demeanor, I cornered Kellie and asked her to write something on the spot! She came through beautifully.
Lost by Kellie Elmore
lost; bearing heart pleas in formed syllables and phrases- doubting smirks conjures tears, not good enough; I believe- sometimes, maybe they are right.
As always, comments welcome, retweets and shares loved. I'll make sure these wonderful, brave souls hear your comments. Remember, they are putting themselves out there and you are here as guests in my blog home. Use your inside voice.
Finally, a bit of housekeeping. Both my books are officially Amazon Kindle bestsellers and The Mancode: Exposed hit the Amazon Top 100 Paid. To celebrate, both eBooks are available this week for only 99cents (remember, no Kindle required. Free apps available for smartphones, laptops, PCs, tablets, and cloud). Tell a friend, buy them for your sister, brother, mom, dad, dog.
I'll be back on Thursday this week with a cool bit of news...



