-Allows himself to enjoy special privileges in interpersonal relationships out of an entrenched sense of entitlement which immunizes him from the complaints of others. 

-will act noble and moral when he’s just as bad as the rest of them. 

 -not purposely exploit others, but remains willfully oblivious to normal expectations. 

-Will be indignant when questions about behavior are raised, because from his viewpoint, he is not getting the respect he deserves. 

-self absorption

 -Dares to be fraudulently flirtatious yet emotionally unavailable and cowardly simultaneously 

Letters I meant to send

This is a note of thank you to the man who never had the balls to claim me.
Although I am a strong and independent woman, I have a secret cavern inside my heart that is open to be claimed—but never owned.
And while I realize I still have so far to travel on this journey, I also feel immensely thankful for all those “maybes” and “what ifs.”
I’m thankful for those that were intimidated by my wild heart because it taught me that I have two choices in life—to either live within the boundaries of their comfort level, or to say f*ck it, and be my own self—wild and all.
Thank you for teaching me to embrace, love and revel in my wild.
I am appreciative for those who I made uncomfortable with my truth. It was only through learning how much others don’t like the truth exposed, to learn for myself how much I crave its very existence—if truth were a drug it would be my favorite high.
Thank you for teaching me to never be afraid of the darkness that the truth may hold.
I’m gratified for each and every time that I felt I wasn’t getting what I needed from a man—because in fact I wasn’t. It was only through looking at what I didn’t have that made me realize what I do want. While I may travel along empty back roads by myself at times, I also have realized that it’s okay to not accept less than what I deserve, regardless of if it makes sense to others or not.
Thank you for showing me everything that I don’t want, so that when I finally come face-to-face with what I do want—I’ll have the courage to go after it.
I am thankful for the insecurities that your actions brought out in me, because if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today. In looking at what emotions the behaviors of the others were triggering in me I had the ability to look at myself and make the choice on how I wanted to feel. It was only through this experience that I learned no one can make me feel a certain way unless I give them permission to do so.
Thank you for helping make me into the strong confident woman that I am today.
Even though at the time it is never easy, I am simply so grateful that you never loved me enough. We never love the same way twice, and while I know in your own way you did love me, it wasn’t the kind that could keep me warm on a blustery winter’s eve. Thank you for showing me that I don’t want someone to be only half in love with me, or to merely appreciate me—but to leave them breathless.
Thank you for teaching me that the love I seek is the one that is extraordinary.
I am so grateful that I was able to feel what it was like to be trapped by normality, because it taught me that I will never fit into any sort of box or label. I was not put here to make others feel comfortable, but instead to make them feel alive.
Thank you for never appreciating me for my individuality and spirit, because it taught me how important it is to stay true to myself.
Although being alone was tinged in isolation at times, I realize now that it was in those moments that I was able to take root and bloom into myself. Finding our own way in this world where so many think they know what is right for each of us is the most difficult work we will do. I will always be grateful for you trying to change me so that I was able to realize I am exactly as I should be
Thank you for leaving me with my loneliness so I could find my way back to myself.
I am so appreciative for you having tried to make me the woman behind the man, because it was there in the shadows I learned that I am meant to be a partner and nothing else. I can create a lot more trouble in this world next to a man who appreciates the burn of originality.
Thank you for attempting to dim my light so I learned that I needed to burn as bright as I could.
Thank you for being afraid of the power of my sexuality, and the mysteries of my eyes because it taught me that only those who can match my passion should be allowed to share in it with me.
Thank you for being scared of my intelligence and the depths of my mind, because it taught me there is a difference in loving how I look, or how I make you feel versus loving who I really am.
Thank you for not being the man that I needed, so that instead I was able to see the woman I already was.
Thank you for never having the balls to stake a claim on my heart, because it left the space and opportunity for someone who will be brave enough to take a chance on the wonderful desire of the unknown—someone who will cultivate every trait you tried to suppress.
Thank you for being all wrong, because it showed me what right will look like—and for that I will always be eternally grateful.


Well, folks. Here we are. Tomorrow is election day.

I am informed and ready to vote. I am ready for election campaigns to end.

What I am not prepared for is spending 4 years with Donald “Douchelord” Trump in charge.

Whatever your mindset going into the election booth tomorrow is, I hope you can set party, politics, scandals, sexism, racism, religion… all of it, aside and ask yourself this one very simple question: Who is most qualified to lead this most powerful nation?

Maybe you can bullshit your way into a job, but not the White House.

Progress, not perfection 



via Daily Prompt: Irksome

Dear Baby Jaxon

5 years ago today and I still think of you everyday…


It is in comprehensible to me that I have to write these words from the bottom my heart instead of holding you in my arms been whispering them gently into your little perfect ear. I can only imagine what you may have looked like but I am certain that you would’ve had your daddy’s glorious, green, gorgeous eyes. I used to dream of you while looking at daddy’s eyes in his baby pictures.

Your daddy is a good man. I know he would’ve raised you with a lot of tenderness and depth. He isn’t the kind of man who pretends to not be aware of things beyond the physical. My heart aches knowing that the world will not get to be molded to fit for another good man’s presence. The world needs more people like your daddy. My hopes and dreams for the impact you would have had on the…

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