14.4.17

I've been having anxiety for the past three days
It happens after coffee, so I'm blaming that
I had a panic attack in the bathroom
I melted on the floor
And my breath turned shallow and small

Men are so pathetically thirsty here

Worshiping 


Cashmere says small things
He called me yung cutie
And it really just made me die

They call me Russian goddess, I loathe it

Went downstairs just now and had another panic attack
They're this melting kind
Silent
Slow
Melting

Everything becomes bright
I have to hide my face and close my eyes

Cashmere wants to move in together
I like him all tha wei
We didn't talk for months
I don't know why he came back
Or why he wants to live with me
Or why he's talking about loving on me

How did it happen?
How does he know he wants to live with me.

I know that it seems like such a thing
To move back to Ny and just move in with a man
But I like him all tha wei
And I will devote myself to him as much as he allows me to

I feel like this is the biggest blessing and gift

But how did it happen

5.4.17

Nino's brother was found dead























My stomach is sick


Tears are instant 








































Of all people

30.1.17

People always bring up my nude lifestyle whether it’s in real life or my social media. I find that in most cases, it’s women whom are telling me that they love it and that it inspires them, but with a lot of men, I get a lot of shit said with creepy side smirks about how I love being naked and sexual, huh? I’ve had men tell me that by acting this way, I will never get a man, and my response to that was why would you think that I was doing this for men?
I’ve been posting sexual photos since I was 11 when I got myspace, and started posing nude when I was 15 granted that is highly inappropriate, and as much as I wanted to argue, I was a child. But the thing is that I’ve always had this impulse, and I’ve never thought about why until men started asking me or causing for me to have to argue for myself.
It’s confusing because there’s actually multiple reasons, and they don’t all pertain to each photograph or statement. It’s all situational and based on mood. There’s the fact that we are all born naked into this flesh mobile that we got to drive and take care of until it dies, and for me, I see it in a very nonsexual way when it comes to that. I used to get in trouble when I was little because I would always talk my little brother into getting naked with me and running around in the yard, but my mom would always worry he would get a cold. There’s something about fresh air on your skin that gives me so much energy and it just feels so good, and I still run around naked when I can like don’t come over to my house unless you’re down lol everyone takes something off when they come over it’s called relaxing.
There’s also this child like trolling with nudity that is a big part why I expose myself a lot. It’s like when I was a little girl, and my parents would make me wear dresses or skirts, and I would lift them up to show my stuff and laugh just because it was bad! Just because it would drive my mom crazy, and then for years, I wasn’t allowed to wear them at all because I couldn’t be appropriate or sit with my legs closed ever it’s still a problem lol I’m a big man spreader, sorry. That’s a big part behind my instagram and Facebook nudes because they’re not allowed and I think that’s bogus, so I’m be like the little kid I always been and put it up.
In the beginning when I was younger, I hated my body. I was overweight and frozen in shame by that. At first, I would post pictures of my body even though I hated it because I felt like I had to expose myself as my truth and accept it. This is my body, and even though i don’t like it…. this is my body. I’ve had eating disorder issues for the past 8 years, and taking pictures of my body and posting them has helped me with accepting it as it is and owning it for what it is. I also feel like it’s a part of self documentation. Especially ranging from when you start puberty to the end of our twenties, or bodies are changing so much, and I think seeing it’s development and growth through images has been very interesting. It’s a study of myself. 
There’s also a more serious side to things where I was sexualized very young as a child and was molested from a super young age, also things have continued to happen throughout my life, and I sometimes can’t help but to feel burdened by being born female and in this visually sexual body. I am an extremely intelligent person and very talented in many things, and I also feel like I am quite psychologically awakened, but for many people, all of that doesn’t exist because of my physical appearance or the way my tequila ass drops on the dance floor. I remember when I was really young like around the age of 10, I noticed how older men treated young girls, and how boys and girls learned from that, and I made the decision to fuck men instead of being fucked by men. And that’s a big part of how my blatant sexuality was born. It’s become more matured with age, I feel, but a lot of it is sexualizing and objectifying myself and having control over that rather than being sexualized and objectified without my consent. I had an argument with a man about this, and he said that I did not have control over that as anyone can see my pictures, but my response to that was lol they can see my pictures because I PUT THEM THERE. Yall get to see me naked because I’m the one that allowed you to. 
Sometimes I feel like why do I even have to explain myself! Like who cares! Who cares if I’m naked in a picture online how does this ruin your life why is it an issue like you’re naked too, you just have a shirt over your nudity we’re all naked even if you keepin it secret. I moved to Berlin recently, and they way older people look at me here is with disgust like I am poisoning the planet with my whore body when all I’m doing is showing my belly button or NOT EVEN I’m fully covered, but I’m still somehow to be ashamed of myself. And the thing is that these people are extremely rude, and it boggles me because little did all you know I’m like the nicest person and you’re bullying the wrong kid here. It seems like the world is so judgmental on appearance when I feel like we should be judging people on character. When I lived in New York, the men are so aggressive with their cat calling out there I have been grabbed on the street so many times, and that’s really the one thing that gets to me is physically getting in the way of my safety. Just because it’s like one million degrees out and the air weighs a ton, so my sweaty ass is exposing a lot of skin, I lose my right to consent? You just get to grab me, then? I’m from California, too, and when I go home to visit, people look at me in a similar way to that of those in Germany, but in a passive way because it’s America, and all I can really think is that’s not very hippie of you. Yall ought to rip off your keep Santa Cruz weird bumper stickers if you’re only going to fight for one exclusive version of weird.  
The thing is that you’re going to lose anyway. Once I realized that, I felt a big weight off my shoulders as I just started to live as myself and by my own morals. As long as you’re a good person and aren’t harming anyone, be free.