The Over-Educated Nympho

Everyone notice my pretty new avatar? I figured that since I write about sex (nevermind the inconvenient fact that I’m not getting any), it was time for a sexier avatar. I dig the girl with the sexy nerd glasses and thick book (and fantastic eyebrows, the bitch) but it’s time for her to graciously step down as queen of the right sidebar.

The new avatar is one that is actually of me, a close-up of this. It’s the tattoo I got almost exactly one year ago. The Latin says QUOD ME TORQUET ME NUTRIAT. There’s not a direct translation, but the closest is “what torments me, may it nourish me.” I love having that written below my abdomen, something I can see only when undressed. It’s a reminder I face every day that I should be proud of what I’ve been through to make me the person I am–antidepressants, bipolar accusations, A.D.D. and all.

No more hiding behind the book and glasses. Can I get a HELLS YEAH!

I wrote this over a month ago but didn’t publish it. I’m not sure why. –insert some sort of really obvious statement here that I’m oblivious to–

While at work yesterday afternoon I checked my cell phone for a text message I was expecting from Sweetie Pie about the night’s plans. Instead of a text I saw that I had a voice mail. Hmm, normally Sweetie Pie calls me at work if she needs to talk.. I dialed my voicemail. It was Stockton, my writing mentor.

I damn near dropped the phone. He doesn’t call very often. We’re writers, we don’t speak. We do email. What the–?
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