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Update on “a fraction of why I need help” post



sorry in advance

but there is no auto what-not and i could give two fly testicles about punctuation or capitalization

writing this on the tablet
meaning no fancy paid for apps with all the rigmarole that does the fancy shit
then emailing to myself
might be able to check for spelling mistakes but
again
i dont have many fucks to give

my last blog post was end of july
one “fun” misadventure after another

to sum up last year/2019

my social worker abandoned me mid way through the year, when she found out i had access to money from the house between my ex husband and myself

due to being in high hermit mode
rarely checking the mail

i missed an appointment with the social worker
literally by 1 day
with covid making mail extremely sporatic
no matter when she SENT the letter
it most assuredly did not arrive as quickly as privious years

as i cant function, in french, over the phone and the fact that with covid and no transportation
meaning it would take me 2 hours to walk to her location

which means id already be dealing with my own health issues just to make sure i made the time

on top of “omfg what will the weather be like” because it was either tons of storms or intense heat and sun
then add in elevated heart rate
panic attack once in her office AND having to wear a mask

fuck that

so i sent an email explaining my situation
oh yeah but they dont check email
fuckers

so i recieved a new letter saying i had not giving a reason for missing the appointment

bullshit

and that a new appointment for the next month was scheduled
great
what fun

halfway to the appointment date
i get a call
so yeah… appointment has been canceled

i tried to explain my suituation to the women on the phone but the woman would hear none of it
no new appointment scheduled

seemed my social worker was sick and would be off work for a month
fun..

so living off the barest of gov assitance
all due to my ex husband and the 3 past highly incompetent and potentially racists (yes racism does exist against anglophones)
behavior of my social workers since moving to this area
i never got the help i needed and qualified for

so yay
debts

august 19th the energy people shut off my electricity
i sent my youngest back to my ex a few days early

to which i received a nasty letter from him
stating i was being childish
that real parents adapt to situations
stating i am treating him like a baby sitter
and a lot of other bullshit
ending with a threat to make sure if my behavior continues
he will make it possible that all contact with my son ends

oh joy

the 20th i walked to the local town hall
3km away
forcing them to step in

later that afternoon
a temporary social worker popped by
heard my story
was appaled by the neglect and treatment i had recieved
started working on what paperwork he could help me get

as well as finding me a lawyer
which i needed for sept 17th about the house

so yay!!!!
an actual reason to be happy!

i have no idea what is going on with the lawyer for 2 reasons

1… Because it seems you have to have your nose up their ass (anyone in a position of business) for them to contact you with updates

Which is difficult for me due to the language issues and C-PTSD

2… Translating what she sends me!

a friend stepped in to help translate as the details she sent me
were always in PDF

meaning… i cant translate

not capable of copy/paste into a translation program

taking a screenshot and using the google lens translation option…
holy fucknuggets batman!
made no sense

pretty sure some of the words were either made up or in one of the languages from an african country
not even joking!
i have seen a number of unusual (to me) languages

pretty sure one of the bits translated said i need to believe and something about setting things on fire

was like trying to understand an Oracle of Delphi

3 other ladies stepped in to help
absolutely lovely

though they remind me of the 3 fairy godmothers from sleeping beauty

which is not taking away the alternative universe disney princess feel i have been having about my life since moving to france

now… i write this today, sept 21st 2020

it has been 33.5 days without electricity

surprisingly…

the majority of that, has also been without fear or panic attacks!!

i did have one crying melt down one morning… i was desperately craving peanut butter, as it is extremely beneficial for my brain health… and i only had chunky

granted it is only mildly chunky compared to what you find state side
but….

Again… this may not seem like a huge deal
but my molars are fucked

since my paperwork isnt in order, thanks to 3 social workers, i haven’t been able to have them repaired
meaning things get wedged in between my teeth and it really hurts

remember… i am a stroke survivor
due to the vagus nerve running past the mouth and to the brain
any oral infection is a real risk to my brain

So yeah… In theory…
not a HUGE deal emotionally
but it then reminds me of all the empty promises of my ex…

how we/he would fix my teeth
the trauma associated with the dentists here as well as back in the states
and this keeps me looped into the trauma and gaslighting from my ex
as well as the bullshit from dentists

one dentist/specialist literally said “but just think, if you get fake teeth you cant enjoy a stake”… bitch!
how the fuck do you think im enjoying a stake NOW (back then as well as today) with fucked up teeth?!!!!

after meeting with the 3 fairy godmother ladies
having to keep my calm
having to smile, be social, be fully competent in french and explain much of my trauma and health issues

plus listening to them reading the emails my friend had forwarded from the lawyer about the old divorce paperwork and the house paperwork

by the end
i was over stimulated
exhausted
trying not to throw up
suffering high anxiety
having to lie to them that i didnt have the paperwork they wanted to look at RIGHT NOW

because if i showed them… they would stay longer and had already been there for hours
plus the heat and full sunlight
my brain was melting

i was literally becoming dyslexic in an audio way
which yes… that is a real thing
it is something i never suffered before my stroke

i needed to rest, recover, rejuivenate
the next day was completely “wasted” by sleeping and trying to avoid going into a panic attack

I am and will always be highly social
but being so, in French, drains so much energy from me and takes a long time to recover from

being forced into hermit mode for YEARS and then add in covid forced isolation
it is extremely difficult to be in social situations and drains me even more

BUT!!!

i am EXTREMELY proud that i have lived so many days without fear and that i have been able to get through situations that would have normally sent me into a panic attack due to my C-PTSD

to give an example

i spent the last few months of 2018 in my typical depression and high anxiety panic attacks

the winter months are especially hard due to so much past trauma
which typically lasts from mid october to late january, early february

but not with 2018/2019

no… with 2019 i spent the first 6 months in daily panic attacks that would happen multiple times a day

there had been so much stress
so many things piling up
so many emotions
trauma continuing to be dished out by my ex

not to forget that in february my middle son was hit by a drunk driver while riding his 50cc to my house

literally.. had he been the typical skinny french teen, the ones built more like elves… he would have died

thankfully he is built more like an american football player/ human (in regaurds to D&D stats) with big broad shoulders, a barrel chest and a decent ratio of fat and muscles

to give an idea…
due to my hight and dimentions…
im built more like a tall dwarf (dammit i am not growing a beard!)
or a dwarf human half breed

so the fact that i have gone 33.5 days with only a few points of high anxiety and no panic attacks
thats a gods damned miracle!

i did recieve a letter last friday
stating that i could get help of some kind for the electricity bill

something that I should have been getting help with all along since due to my health, i literally cannot work in france
an anglophone country yes.. but not here

unfortunately it asks questions that are not simple “yes or no” in nature and a few have backstory that needs to be taken into account and corrected

again… i love my last 3 social workers…. she said laced with intense sarcasm

i have had 4.5 social workers since leaving my ex

1 was young and fanFUCKINGtastic but sadly i had to move way from her

the 3 bitches of eastwick (will not sully the reputation of witches on them 3)

plus the temporary social worker counts as the .5

sadly he is on vacation for another week
and i am forced to once again work with my last social worker

last week my real social worker came back to work… no news from her

but i did let him know that if she acts up with the same bullshit as before

i am so motherfucking snitching on her
because i DO NOT WANT to work with her but she gets 1 chance

now…

1 of the 3 fairy godmother ladies has offered to make an appointment with the social worker so that she can be there with me to offer support and make sure the cunt does her damn job

i have literally had so many people ask me “so what do you want me to do about it”… uh.. your damn job?

the woman literally has 20yrs of experience as a social worker, in paris but wants me to do her job

i am from a different country, i have health issues, i am struggling to heal from a nasty marriage, a stroke, autoimmune issues and the trauma of being abandoned in this country…

how can ANYONE expect me to do the work for them?
seriously!

on the plus side
this fairy godmother lady works for the government and has been divorced

so she is badass and knows her shit

she also knows the good people

she has put me in contact with her doctor, who is in the community and speaks english
YAY!!!!

so after i finish this…

i have to write to the doctor and explain…
why i am writing
my health history as much as i remember
what tests i feel are needed
and a rough psychological over view of what i have been going through

cause its not exactly like i have been able to go see a shrink

the only one i know that speaks english isnt exactly in walking distance and i cant afford her

there is no way a french only speaking therapist can help me, as it has already been proven due communication issues,
such as with the one neurologist trying to play therapist and trying to diagnose me with borderline personality disorder

which i know i dont have because i know and have volunteered with many people who suffer with this disorder

what i had at the time was bipolar, 3 types of depression (hereditary, seasonal and situational), c-ptsd, gaslighting and codependency on my then husband due to the gaslighting and psychological and emotional abuse

so yay
so much writing to do but i am feeling capable and articulate

though i’ll probably do absolutely nothing tomorrow due to the need to rest and recover from trying to explain 28 years of health issues and 20 years of association with an abusive narcasist
fun

but i’m getting there
slowly but doing it

and i demand karmic justice
especially since the ass is trying to scam me out of half the value of the house down to 1/4th
while the divorce may be “finalized”
i do not know if what he is doing is legal

i dont even know if the divorce was legal!

as i was forced to sign under duress…

a year after the stroke
no real follow up therapy to figure out what had changed with my body and brain
Put on a medication that damages my heart and gave me menopause like symptoms
still living with him and his abuse
an abusive and crap lawyer
being unable to read the document
in a panic attack and unable to understand what was going on
in primal fear that i would be tied to him longer

but because he looks the part…

calm, cool, collected, an upstanding french citizen, a PhD in cell biology with a good job at the local hospital and it was him asking the divorce…

of course it was him asking….

i was codependant on him for everything, including him picking my lawyer!!

a shit lawyer who had the metaphorical balls to cut me off while i was trying to explain that im handicapped (her cutting in there saying “well thats too bad”) as i was trying to explain that yes i have health issues but also the fact that i was dependant on him for everything, the language issues, the inability to work here due to all of that and being from a different country so not fulling knowing or understanding my rights or who to contact or how to get the help i need

but ya know…. “well thats too bad”

with the exception of 3 close friends and the people from the last few months…

EVERYONE i have interacted with in france has been fair weather friends, users/scams, horrible to me and the majority causing trauma

with everyone in positions of power telling me to take my private/confidential, details to friends or neighbors to help translate and or fill in

how the fuck is ANYTHING i have been through even been legal!

but im still here
i refuse to give up
i have hit rock bottom
been through hell and back so many times that i qualify to give the guided tours
have had the entire country try to erase my existance
dont even get me started on the fake friends and users
or the folks “but you need a man in your life to do that”
yeah… what man? with very few exceptions, the guys i meet are pepe le pew leg humping muppets
as in rapists in training, physically violent and or drunks

oh! dont forget the stalkers!
they have been SO much fun
literally thought one guy was going to murder me and plant me in his garden
you think im joking

and everyone assumes i am faking, lying or over exagerating…
2 examples

first example

because i look healthy
because i sound intelligent when speaking french and can seemingly follow along
obviously the french language must not be nearly as complicated for me as i express
add in the typical crap all people suffer when dealing with an invisible illness
but multiplied as mental health care is not a huge deal in france and folks try to avoid anyone handicapped
but since i dont LOOK handicapped…

second example

my ex calls me a hypocondriac
which is slandar!
i have proven health issues and real reason to fear for my health
be it diagnosed or still in the process
it
is
real

if i were a valid hypocondriac
i would have continued seeing doctors over the past 6 years
but i havent
i have avoided them… well… like the plague

hell…
my damn copper birth control thing expired in 2017
still have it in me
since leaving my ex, i havent seen anyone for my brain
i have no idea if some of what i went through over the past few years were reocurring strokes
i know i should be tested for hormone imbalance, i tried but holy fucknuggets that went badly and never got tested
plus so much more

i have been so badly treated… just in the states… by nurses, doctors, specialists and dentists
that going to them is like visiting your rapist, having to control C-PTSD, expose yourself to them, thank them and pay for the damn experience… and i have found it all way worse in france

but im still here
even after going through emotional flatlining
even after being forced into hermit mode
even after my cars all died and i had to walk 7km, both ways, to get groceries and hauling back a minimum of 40kg in various bags
going up hill, down dale, avoiding cars on country roads, through the forest, over tractor paths, sometimes at night because it could take up to a total of 7hrs to do all of this, which included the needed breaks.. or having to repair the damn tire on the wheeled shopping bag

but im still here
after all the emotional trauma and so many years, in or after the marriage, of being suicidal
even after being forced to live in what i call groundhog day purgatory

i am still motherfucking here

and literally
all of the above
is just the tip of the iceberg

but the thing is
with my situation
its like looking to figure out which iceberg is mine and using the mars rover, looking back towards earth, to find my specific iceberg!!

but im still here
because i am truly badass and not fucking giving in
if i am forced to take the money for the house
no matter how fucking small
ok i will

but if i am ONCE AGAIN forced to be raped, in one fashion or another
my next step is taking it to the mayor of poitiers
she is new, she is young and i know she sure as shit will not let this kind of bullshit happen

why?

because if this is happening to me…

in a time of human rights, of womens rights, of victimes rights…

then i am doing it for me, for my boys, for all of those who have tried to help me and for every damn person who is going through something even remotely similar

you know what i learned about the guy who tried a hit and run on my son?

that he had previous situations of abuse and violence, often associated with drinking

but OBVIOULY it wasnt the fault of being a drunk

no it was anger issues and that is what is typical in france

not an alcohol problem.. says he only had one glass of whiskey… how motherfucking big a galss?

because i know how typical country fucks drink

but an anger issue problem

since he is violent often
abusive often
since he said he never saw my son on the scooter and knocked off the side mirror of another car involved

saying he thought maybe he hit an animal vs my son

how the fuck do i know that he didnt do it on purpose?

not specificaly targeting MY son but specifically targeting the scooter/rider
because honestly

drunk with anger issues… it is a legitimate possiblity

so yeah
thats the update
including some normal pictures as i havent been in the mood to take erotic photographs
no fun to try and feel lady like when taking cold showers


Ooo oh yeah..

for those following…

yes, the machine for the hot water and heat was changed in february (had died in december)

but the “new” unit was used, not fully empty, exterior got slightly beat up during installation

a NUMBER of parts had to be replaced
majority were quick and easy to find
but that last damn part, the one that is a specific seal that does this magical thing…

the one that avoids letting water leak onto the electric box for the machine…

took untill late august to arrive

so an entire fucking year (ok 9+ months) with only 1 hot shower a week for risk of damaging the machine
then no electricity to install and check the piece
so…

yeah

its been so fucking fun living in this hell hole

a small example of why i am demanding karmic justice from the universe

Trying to feel zen
Me looking for Cappuccino kitten but others on Twitter and Instagram focusing on nipples 🤣
Cappuccino kitten was found and captured 🤣

A Fraction of why I need help


Below is part 1 of what I wrote and need to translate to give to my social worker who literally abandoned me last year

My life is hell and I haven’t even touched on what I went through last year after she abandoned me

Nor does it touch on what I have been going through for 2020

Because I am tired of people mouthing off instead of honest communication and because I DEMAND JUSTICE instead of petty acts of revenge or feeding into the trauma

I’m sharing this publicly so maybe I’ll get some help for my situation

Maybe I’ll get someone who will translate

Maybe I’ll get a Lawyer to actually be a professional and contact me back so I can move forward

Maybe people will understand just how fucked up my life is because my ex husband was emotionally and psychologically abusive to me, my boys and occasionally physically abusive

I have not yet edited it for spelling, punctuation or whatever

I’ve been too busy trying to find the energy to face my c-ptsd and just write this, as well as part 2 (2019 events), part 3 (2020) and part 4 (a list of medical needs and other things)

Part 1

_______________

This is an update on my situation

I will try to translate this using google or deepl but there will still be mistakes

Please read everything
Take notes on anything you have questions about, this way we can discuse them and find ways to fix any problems

This is extremely complicated for me and is triggering my C-PTSD but I am making a huge effort and investing hours of my day to simply write the English version

Please acknowlege my efforts by giving the appropriate level of attention

I am a survior of Emotional and Psycological martital abuse

I have also had to survive this type of abuse from the professional world.. be it in France or the states

I am also a survivor of a stroke

I know
I have said this before

The reason I am repeating myself is because NO ONE takes me seriously and NO ONE makes an effort to change their behavior to accomdate my VERY REAL needs

I am handicapped

Because I look young and because I look and sound capable, people refuse to acknowlege my compromised health or my limitations

Instead I am judged as a hypocondriac, paranoid, overexagerating and or lazy

This behavior from others… only perpetuates my stress, anxiety, C-PTSD and puts my brain at risk

AT NO POINT have I recieved proper help in France

AT NO POINT have I been allowed to heal

AT EVERY situation, I am expected to function like every other person in France
I can’t

I am HANDICAPPED

I am shuffled off from person to person
I am not taken seriously
I am treated as an anoyance
I am abandoned
Repeatedly
By everyone

What is worse… I am expected to do the job that others are trained and paid to do

While also being humiliated and punished if I don’t have someone, on the side, to translate and help me with the paperwork

I am also forced to sign legal documents that I LITERALLY cannot properly read or comprihend

I am constantly being told… to take my CONFIDENTIAL paperwork… to the neighbors anor to friends, in the assumption that those unqualified people can help… again, being told to find a non professional to do the job of the professional

How is that legal?

How is that meant to make me stronger, so that I can gain back my life and become a functional member of society

How am I not being paid to attempt the work… when it is NOT my job, I have no training and barely understand my legal rights in France

I need help

but because I look healthy, I am being told I don’t deserve help
Be it in words or actions

Because I look healthy, the majority of people I deal with… judge me

Be it the average person on the street who thinks I’m an obnoxious uni student of 25-30, instead of a 40 year old mother of 3 young men ages 13, 18 and almost 23

or professionals who are racist agains anyone who is an anglophone

or by men who are looking for a potential victim to boost their fragile ego

My life here is a daily hell

I am trapped in perpetual purgatory…
France is a beautiful prison for me

I am not allowed help
I am not allowed to heal
I am not allowed to move forward
I am not allowed to leave

I have been finacially ruined
My self esteam has been torn to shreads
I am not allowed to have a life like “normal” people

Which means that I can’t make friends here

Those I do trust and allow into my life… end up screwing me over and then abandoning me or become overwhelmed trying to help translate paperwork and walk away

It also means that there is no chance at finding love

Mainly because the majority of men in France are creepy, stalkers, users, low in emotional intelegence, incapable of showing (yet demand) respect and are rapists in training

Not to mention the very real DANGER of physical abuse or death, for saying no to a stranger asking for a cigarette or the risk of getting beaten if a favorite sports team loses

All of which means that not only is my brain starved for stimulation but I am also touch starved

Both of which makes coping with the daily hell and healing… that much more difficult to deal with because I literally have no type of support group on any level

When I say that I am not allowed to heal…

I can’t do the paperwork needed to update any and all of my information

Which means that I my carte vital is not up to date
Which means I can’t go to the doctor or dentist or anyone else for help
Unfortunately I have a LONG and VALID list of treatments or tests that need to be performed and are being neglected
NONE of which are superficial

It also means that with all the times I have been to doctors, specialist and dentists (be it in the states or France) and have been treated badly to the point of being legitimately traumatized… I continue to suffer and cannot move forward or heal
Which also puts my future at risk

One specialist completely disreguarded the fact that the pain in my brain started when I was 12 years old and I had a partial temporal lobe seizure… instead telling me that the chronic pain I was going through, nearly 20 year later, was more likely from an emotional stress loop and told me “we will try to find the tree in the forest” as well as “tell me about the relationship with your father”

The reason I had been in his office, was to get a document to have my brain scanned so that I could find out WHY I was suffering 2 decades of severe brain pain

Pain so intense, that I would be on the floor crying, for days and no amount of any kind of medication would stop the pain

I never got the scan
He was more interested in trying to put me into group day therapy at an out building for the CHU

Which, as I have said before… therapy is absolutely useless if I cannot have acess to someone who speaks English

Shortly there after, I had the stroke and the head of radiology was terrified for me but, because nothing legally has to be translated in France and because my (then) husband was acting as translator…

I STILL have no idea what is wrong with my brain
Which means I can’t get help or move forward

I spent one year on medication that damaged my heart, destroyed my ability to regulate my body temperature and at NO POINT was I ever evaluated for the type of damage done to my brain, nor therapy to retrain my brain

From what I have observed over the years (as I have not been back to a specialist/hospital in years) since having my stroke…

My ability to function in French is drastically altered and severely limited

I can speak French reasonably well
My ability to comprehend what others say, is severly limited

My ability to read French… causes a migrain, the text becomes dyslexic (which I did not have prior), I cannot focus on the words, the text starts to blur and I have no control over my brain going into a panic attack

All I can do is try to control how deep the panic attack goes and avoid involuntarily throwing up

I am 100% certain that if a high resolution, active scan, was done of my brain, while reading in French, my brain would barely register for activity

While the same scan, performed while reading in English, would fire up all or 90% of my brain centers

Yes, these sort of tests do exist and explains the reason why some people are able to read a book and use multiple senses to bring the book to life… such as hearing the voices of characters, smelling or hearing a discription, getting goosebumps at the mention of a cool breeze or an erotic scene

I cannot remember conversations in French
I can remember the emotions, a few key words but not enough of the French conversation to be able to function and follow directions

When at an appointment or on the phone, I do my best to be under control but I am still in a panic attack

That means I am not capable of taking notes because I have to spend the majority of my energy on trying to stay undercontrol instead of breaking down

It also means that I have to spend the rest of my energy trying to focus and remember what is going on at the appointment or during the phone call, as well as having to mirror back what is said but using a dumbed down version of French to confirm that I understood correctly

The majority of individuals I do this with, have not be properly trained on how to deal with someone performing this behavior and try to interupt me
Which means I have to start over, they interupt me a second time, I have to then tell them WHY I am doing this… so that I can restart, for a third time, to feed back the information and gain confirmation

This technique is used in a number of business, as well as a type of therapy that is used to solidify infromation in the brain so that it will fix in place…. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy

After years in customer service, being a manager and working with top level scientists… the PROFESSIONAL in me, is SCREAMING internally at how many people should be fired or retrained… specifically in this region but all of France as well

ESPECIALLY those who work the phones at the psychology departments for the CHU out buildings, because those indivuals have no empathy, will not pay attention to what you are saying and seem to take pleasure in causing a panic attack in others
Those people LITERALLY have no business speaking to the public

Because I have been severely traumatized by the medical world and nearly died due to incompetience, suffered racist behavior when I lost the ability to speak French WHILE having the stroke at the chu or was forced to take medication that ended up giving me severe allergic reactions and being falsely diagnosed for Borderline Personality Disorder…

It is impossible for me to go back… even though many believe I am a hypochondriac

My avoidance of the medical world, due to legitimate trauma, shows that I am not a hypochondriac and speaks more about the incompetent judgemnets of others

The reason I am going into so much detail is to establish a few things

1. have you paid attention?
2. have you skimmed through this and automatically judged me?
3. have you lost interest?
4. are you suddenly feeling some sort of emtional reaction to this list?
5. are you paying attention now?
6. yes this list was necessary due to YOUR specific past behavior

I
NEED
HELP

I
AM
HANDICAPPED

Even with all of my physical, psycological and emotional health problems
I am STILL high functioning
In both the intellegent and emotional quotideans

but my brain HAS been altered

I can no longer do math, I have no sense of the passage of time, I have noticed a number of other ways my brain has changed…
Noticably while during panic attacks, that become so intense that I demonstrate autistic tendencies, when I had none prior

Such as being over stimulated by all of the 5 senses… at once, individually or in clusters

Being unable to lift my head and look people in the eye, hands curling up with arms locked to my chest

Entering into stroke like symptoms, such as not being able to comprehend or form full sentences… occationally this happens in one language or the other but thankfully not both at the same time

Due to ALL of the above and adding in the behavior of my ex husband…

every
damn
thing
puts
me
at
risk
of
a
panic
attack

It is EXHAUTING to live this way and triggers flare ups in my, still undiagnosed, autoimmune disorders (lupus sle? multiple scolorosis?)

I can be doing the dishes and start to panic
I can be eating a snack, I can be having a conversation with my 13 year old, I can wake from a nightmare, I can be in the garden taking a picture of a bumble bee on a flower

The gigantic problem with all of this, is that because I literally cannot go seek medical help for multiple reasons…
I don’t know if I have had one or more strokes over the last few years

Each time I am forced to go into society and confront my panic attacks, to have visits with you or other professionals or past doctor apppointments… it is literally like walking into an office to be raped and thank them for the experience

I am also a rape survivor

So I am WELL aware of being powerless and violated

Each interaction that is supposed to be done in a professional manner, leaves me feeling violated and powerless, as if I was once again a teenager who holds past life memories of being a capable and functional adult

Every time I reach out and try to seek help
I should feel safe and assured that the system is in place and people in positions of power are there to behave like professionals and that has yet to be the case… even after 12 years living in France

But I am still forced to keep trying
No matter how powerless and violated I am made to feel by people I am expected to trust

Now that I, hopefully, have your attention
Let me explain what 2020 has been like, since you abandonded me, after our last appointment in 2019

My sensual side


I can’t wake up

I want to go back to sleep

To dream of sensuality

Of hands relaxing me back to dreamland…

Strong hands massaging my body

Not the gentle touch of butterfly kisses on their fingers

Not the tickling traces along my skin

I crave strong hands with callused fingers

The kind that has a touch…

That my body reacts to

Stretching into their hands

Muscles tightening just right before letting go

Turning into putty in their hands

Arching into each touch

Purring in sleepy contentment

Changing position to invite more

Craving more

Needing the sleepy sex

The slow, sensual movements

Where bodies melt

Becoming one rhythmic dance

Hips begging to be touched

Pulled close

Not allowed to go too fast

Hand sliding up my night dress

Slowly exploring my skin

Hand between my breasts

Arm holding me tight

Claiming me as theirs

Feeling their breath across my ear

Nuzzling their face into my neck

Affectionate but possessive nibbles on my neck

Everything about me is built for sensual affection

I crave it

I long for it

I dream of it

Because I can’t find it

Fuck me hard later

When I’m in the mood to be used and crave it

But don’t neglect my sensual side

5 pics for #NationalNudeDay


This was a last minute sort of thing

Stepping out of the shower

To dry off in the garden

While I took 110 pictures

Only 5 are being used for the nudity

Then again

Not all the pictures were taken with this in mind

As my hair dried

I felt a touch romantic

Wanting something more sensual

But …

Those images will simply have to wait

For another day

I’m feeling good in my skin today

So …

First setting the stage

Adjusting the doormat

Making sure the tripod was reasonably level

Testing my flexibility with the lotus toes

No matter how much weight I lose

I’ll always have a shapely bum

Not in the mood to show it all

Rather tease a bit

Hope you enjoy

#TittieTuesday


Sorry

Best I can do under these circumstances

Remember!

Covid is real, use proper fucking protection

Pride all the way!

Femenism matters!

Black Lives Matter!

Fuck you and your “all lives matter” bullshit

Punch a Nazi or whatever the fuck they call themselves

Kumquat Grab-the-Snatch Fucktard number 45 can fuck right off

Free thoughts

For a better communication

FlossDoesLife

Often Erotic Musings from a queer, kinky and definitely dirty girl

An Accident In Space And Time

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