I once belonged to a cult church.
I once belonged to a cult church. One that had all kinds of whacky rules, beliefs, and mores against going …
Crossroads
Clearly, it was just easier to let me go. And I might’ve, could’ve, stayed. I was waiting. …
Not Just Words: Excusing The Inexcusable
“You have such beautiful thighs.” “We could pull over and make out.” “My wife doesn’t mind who I have sex …