Author’s note: I’m not Kate, and I don’t engage in or agree with incest outside the confinement of my fucked up imagination. ~FT December 15 th Blog Entry: I hate to fly when the temperature is below freezing. I don’t care what the reason really—if they have to de-ice the plane before takeoff, the trip isn’t worth taking. And to add to my traveling disdain, I’m surrounded by my family. You’ve heard me bitch about them bef...

Another Fucked Up Day …Pt.2 November 14th Blog Entry: ‘Tis the season for social outings. Yes, those blessed events where smiles, eye contact, playful touches, and engaging, sincere conversation are required. I’ve told you this before, blog followers, that I don’t enjoy myself socially. I find simulated camaraderie draining and I can’t keep from silently mocking those around me that have perfected their pathetic, faux faç...

October 10th Blog Entry: I’m not stupid. I know that not everything in life is going to be bells and whistles, cake and flowers, sunshine and rainbows … you get my drift. And for the most part, my life is satisfactory; good job, nice home, hot car, loving family, great friends, and an adequate, familiar marriage. I live a simple life. It’s so simple, it’s complex. It’s too easy, too predictable, and simple things that I w...

“So, what brings you here, Ms. Pierce?” the young, male psychiatrist asked. “Well, um … I can’t orgasm.” “Have you ever had an orgasm?” “No sir,” she meekly replied. The beautiful woman focused on her hands resting in her lap. The decision to enroll in the expensive three-day program was her last resort and Gwen was desperate. If he can’t help me, she thought, no one can. “And you’re married.” “Yes, to my husband Grayson....