You, Miss Nikki are a beautiful, adventurous soul. I was thinking about you today. Thinking about the walks we […]
When a face oil heals more than skin deep – a review
c/w: mental health, triggers Scent is a funny thing, isn’t it? The mere whisper of a familiar smell […]
Welcome to the Polycoaster
I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was my fiance and another man sleeping in each […]
Hi. I’m Nikki and I minimize my trauma.
I told my therapist I was planning to write about what it does to your brain to be cheated […]
Pink
When I was growing up, my family didn’t skirt around the fact that they would have preferred a boy. Since […]
I wrote a letter to my younger self and it was cathartic af
I originally published this on my SFW blog last Fall, but didn’t realize I hadn’t shared it here as well. […]
A fundamental fear of happiness
I started the day like most Thursdays, excited because it was date night and a little anxious but eager to […]
Triggers, Triggers, Triggers
I feel like Kanye who just can’t understand the fish sticks joke.
Triggers, Triggers, Triggers
I feel like Kanye who just can’t understand the fish sticks joke.
The discomfort of confession
I was way more in touch with my pussy than I was with my emotions when we began, so we started there. Beginning with the physical vulnerability, which I found easier, inevitably helped break through years of emotional walls and distortions I constructed out of self-preservation.