Tiger Slut Signing In & On
I’m not a doctor. I’m not a counsellor. I’m just a mostly average/below average/above average girl/woman/lady-child with Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
This is how I deal/don’t deal with my disorder on a lifelong/yearly/seasonally/monthly/daily/minute by second basis. You can explore every facet of my life. Out of curiosity – a need to connect – for a laugh – for solace – for whatever reason you wish and desire.
You will find my soul sprinkled as a light pink dust over all the o’s. You will find my smudged finger prints on the edges of the s’ and the bottom of the t’s. You will see a stray eyelash floating around the e’s and a little gust of my breath straining an I that is trying to stand up straight on your screen. Look for a a goopey drop of my brain juice, leaking from the cracked petrie dish – containing a purple sliver of brain – my brain – a sample from my braintopsy – drip drip dripping a gross tiny pool puddle around the y’s.
This is the lovely/painful/sad but true yet awesome letter-novel from me to you.
This is tiger slut, signing in and on, for a naked bit of truth.