Claw-Foot Tub Memoirs.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on August 26, 2020 by JenJuice

I spent hours in the antique claw-foot tub with a glass of cheap Merlot and Billy Holiday – that was me at 22. Gloriously depressed and enjoying the evidence of where I was. Somehow I felt to do it. To be celibate – would I be a monk or where would I be? I felt it. The spirit. The calling. The something. I could never quite put my finger on or even quantify it. It just is. 

Comfort.

Posted in Jencerpts.. on August 16, 2020 by JenJuice

The biggest trap.

Desire Is The Is-Ness.

Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2020 by JenJuice

Take Off Your Cool.

Posted in movement with tags , , , , , , , , on June 7, 2020 by JenJuice

Adversity…

Posted in Jencerpts.. on June 3, 2020 by JenJuice

Your greatest ally.

Lookin’ Out for #1

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on June 1, 2020 by JenJuice
Free Drink Ticket.

Express Yourself.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2020 by JenJuice
Movement is the Movement

Fire.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on May 31, 2020 by JenJuice
I am legend.

Raised by a Sociopath – Wanna Date?

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on May 18, 2020 by JenJuice

This is the sign of shame I carry with me most days and defer to a just an upbringing..However, to survive a parent who tries to murder you is not just survival – that’s a warrior. Make no mistake about it – we are the sum of our choices and I chose to rise like the fire I am. Don’t fuck with the fire.

Raised by a Sociopath.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on May 17, 2020 by JenJuice