The Alternatives

Hey Motherlovers, Please enjoy this midnight creation. Muah!! The (******) in this story mean the P.O.V - point of view -  has changed. He stared at me. It sort of disturbed me. Yet, it felt so familiar to me. His gaze was so strong, I could feel it on the back of my neck, almost as if he were breathing on me, making each one of my hairs spring up in fear. This feeling of uneasiness frightened me and excited me all the same. I had the fiercest urge to turn back and look at this man. This man who sat with his own company and made me feel weak without even speaking one word. Where had he come from? I don't even remember him getting on the bus or which stop the rest of the crowd wandered out into. As if to intentionally leave me with this robust stranger. I can no longer continue to read my book. I sense my blood boil beneath my skin as I keep my head up and stiff, so I won't catch his eyes on the reflection of the windows. I should be home soon. I guess I could

Hey Motherlovers I wanted to share this with you all. This is a short poem about a woman who has an unknown illness and how she chooses to deal with these issues. Everything in life comes with it's share of insecurities and pain, but making the choice to fight is what separates our experiences. Please enjoy. She took a step forward Then a step back She looked at all the things She was leaving behind And kept going on her path They said she took a couple pills Said that the Doctor prescribed them From being so ill Kept her from hearing voices, it kept her From paying her bill She wasn’t sure what she was looking for Or where she was headed She just took her keys, money, a bottle of whiskey And left her pills at home Yet They continued to laugh at her Yelling and screaming in her ears The less pills she took, the worse it became It guided her towards the bar every night Su

Hello Motherlovers. Boxed dinners. Let me tell you how amazing they truly are. I didn't in any way say healthy, i said amazing. These tiny boxes are filled with a whole meal in there: Cheesy enchilladas, cheddar chicken with brocoli, etcetera,.. They are life savers after a long ass day at work and you feel like doing nothing any longer. Here come in these tiny ass boxes with ingredients and instructions. Yo, you mixed the water with the bags that come in the boxes and you follow the instructions found on the back of the box and in thirty minutes or less you have a mother fucking chicken fettuccini alfredo pasta in your belly!!! Yaaaaaaaasssssss And once the food is ready, and your partner serves you the deliciousness that is the fettuccini, you thank your partner for the delicious meal that they had nooooo real part in making more so assembling. It works for everyone. These are even better if you have no idea how to cook!! Perfect for you!! Too tired to cook from scra

Here Ye! Here Ye Mother lovers and Nuggets....Gather Round. You may have not noticed my absence, but I am back to fill your brains with the kind of ideocracies that cross mine... Why are we raised with the idea that our most prized assets is our vagina? Have you ever really thought about it? As if our biggest achievement as women is giving birth. I mean, fuck, that is pretty cool. We are the gatekeepers of life...(insert laughing emoijs here) It used to be that women had little to no say or opinion in, historically, anything that involved them or their household.  Even in marriage, they were seen as property with no fucking rights. Not until the seventies, and just to be clear we started getting our shit together in 1848 so calm your tits Betsy, when FUCKING FINALLY birth control became legal for women. Since then, the numbers of women in the workforce shot up. Why? Because we finally had a say in when we can have our babies, with who, and how many. As litt