I freely admit to being a whore. I have been with more than a few men. Still, I am an honest whore. I never mind fuck anybody, with or without reason.

I freely admit to being a writer. I have crafted much from my imagination. Still, I do not lie. There is a piece of me in everything I write, beautiful and ugly.

I freely admit to being a woman. I am vain, selfish and sometimes self serving. Still, I will not steal. What I have, what I am is mine. I own it, good and bad.

I freely admit to being a wonderer. My journey not geographic. Still, I travel the byways of self-realization, such my adventure . . . always lost, but finding.