Make no mistake of it...this is not some happy lovely story with a happy ending. In fact there is no ending, and who knows maybe the tragedy that is this blog will amount more to catharsis than solutions.
I'd like to believe /"I know it all" when it comes to men. I mean, I've studied it right- "The roots of men and masculinities"The quest to penetrate and land and sea. The desire to to "own" a slave, a wife or even a football team. I like to call it "The Tyler Durden Phenomena"
So this blog is going to be deeply personal. The content will stem from my personal interactions with all the different sorts they come in. Yes, you will probably label them as " Daddy Issues", "The Bitter Ex- Lover" or just a girl who can't get over the ghosts of the past.
"The world is too much with us" and we live in a society that encourages to move on, as if it just sooooo easy. The world is not a paradise for the believer.
We all have some sort of trauma. all parents fuck their children up somehow. But the traumas I will speak about is something more subtle and maybe if you come across this during a random Google search one day, you might think to yourself,"What the fuck? Was I actually abused all this time and didn't even realize it?"
Because, getting a blue eye, being strangled or raped by a post-officer worker are the severe scenarios. There is a kind of abuse so subtle that you won't even know it until "it happens to you."
