Who are you and what’s going on here?
My About page used to say:
Meaghan Ward writes an eclectic array of erotica as well as articles on sex, sexuality, and relationships.
While true then, time passes, and I’m just not into it anymore.
I have no hard feelings if you want to Unsubscribe since I won’t be the sex writer you signed up for. It’s okay. It’s totally understandable.
I don’t think most people subscribed because they cared about who I am. It was more about how I made them feel. Like sexy and aroused.
I still want to make people feel things through my writing, just not physically. 😉
Here’s What I Know About Me So Far:
I am a single mom of a daughter with autism and borderline intellectual disability.
I work for a non-profit and every week I see new examples of the best and worst of humanity.
I’m in a long-term, live-in relationship with a man I met on Twitter when I was a sex writer and he was married.
The affair was dramatic, the fallout catastrophic, and the divorce a whole heck of a lot easier than I thought it would be (for me).
I’ve been depressed and anxious for over a decade.
I’ve just been diagnosed with Long COVID, which is a relief because at least now I can start treatment for the symptoms that are ruining my brain and my life.
I don’t read or write as much as I should for someone who calls herself a writer and wants it to be a profession and career, not a hobby, and this is something that makes me feel very bad about myself.
Here’s why I have a new blog name:
I live in a shithole country in this rapidly growing shithole of a world.
While I hear all the time that I need to be positive, stay positive, think positively, and MANIFEST! what I want from life, that’s just… not something I am capable of doing right now.
Nevertheless, I must press on with life.
Many years ago, while I passed a bong back and forth with my gay mayor friend who was getting death threats (because of gayness), I asked him,
“How do you deal with all this?”
“With what?”
“This insanity! Trump! Donald Trump has the missile codes! What the fuck are we going to do?”
He shook his head and laughed.
“There’s only one thing to do when the missiles start flying, Meg. Just take a deep breath, and close your eyes.”
I am nothing special and never thought I had much to offer anyone.
Everything sucks, everything is hard, I am struggling in pretty much every way a person can, and I need to vent.
I complain so much to the people who love me that I’m afraid it’s going to make them not love me anymore.
Or not want to listen to me.
Both would hurt.
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