I am still trying to have a healthy relationship with sex as a church girl.
I have never written so easily about the woman who mothers me.
It wasn’t until I was 20 years old that I realized that I couldn’t read, write or even make sense of a single sentence in my native tongue.
I suspect this is about my difficult relationship with knowing the truth. The parts I seek, the fragments of it I stumble across & all that is held back from me.