My Pituitary Tumor Story by RosielInorganicAngel, journal
My Pituitary Tumor Story
It all started in the summer before 8th grade. My breasts started to leak some clear liquid and they did an MRI and saw it was a tumor. Thankfully, the tumor was not cancerous. I then received medicine to help it shrink which it did successfully. But unfortunately my insurance lapsed leaving me off medication for a whole year. During that one year without my meds, my tumor grown bigger and started to mess with my thyroid and made me stop having my period. This is because my tumor is located on the pituitary gland which controls the hormones. I now takes meds for my thyroid and tumor. My thyroid medicine controls my thyroid. If my thyroid gets
So me and my girlfriend are complicated cause her grandparents are religious and they don't accept same sex relationships and her grandma doesn't want her to date. My girlfriend is 26 and her grandparents are keeping us apart. She loves me a lot but she is religious and never lies to her grandma. We both love each other it's just religion is in the way.
I Found Your Name by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
I Found Your Name
I found your name.
It was barely visible on my pale skin, where I carved it years ago, right where I left it. I did that when I lost you the first time.
I never thought that I'd keep losing you. That you'd keep slipping from my grasp everytime I got just a little bit too close. And every time I would extend my fingers to graze your skin, you were further than I had calculated.
I'm still reaching out. Do you see me? Can you hear my voice? Calling out your name. Echoing in the distance, like drops of water after a storm, dripping into a puddle.
Can you feel me? Can you feel my breath against your skin? On the back of your neck, where yo
Bittersweet Confessions by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Bittersweet Confessions
I know it has been months. Despite the fact that it feels like decades. And I have never for a second had a moment without you in my head.
You used to be what I dreamed about. Now you grace my nightmares. You taunt me. Bending your finger to say: "Come hither," enticing me with your tantalizing smile.
That smile of yours. The smile that can bring men and women of any stature to their knees. They would easily confess their undying love to you. Just like I always had. So what made me different?
You chose me, Once upon a time. I belonged to you. I had no desire to belong anywhere other than in your arms. And the sound of your voice still e
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 1 by Gentlewolf, literature
Literature
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 1
The annoying buzz of the alarm clock drilled through the mind of Rylie Richardson and jolted her into consciousness. With a groan, the twenty-seven year old silenced the sound and fell back on her pillow. How could it be morning already? It felt like she had just gone to bed.
After dozing for a few more minutes, Rylie rolled over to bury her face into the pillow on the other – empty – side of the bed. One deep breath filled her nostrils with the still-lingering, sweet scent of the person who should have been there: her girlfriend, Erin Martin, or, rather, her ex-girlfriend.
Last week Erin had uttered those two unimaginable
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 2 by Gentlewolf, literature
Literature
Bi-Misconceptions - Part 2
Her hair was cut up to her ears and buzzed underneath in the back. It felt refreshing and light and, best of all, stayed out of her eyes! She walked into the local gay bar with new-found confidence, ready to begin a new future.
“Hey, Rylie! “ Her name was called out from across the room and soon there was a beautiful red-head with long, wavy hair bounding towards her. She was quickly caught up in a hug and a soft, plump set of lips were pressed against hers in a brief kiss. “Wow! You look great! I love the new hair!”
“Hi, Steph!” She greeted her friend with a cheerful laugh and returned the hug b
Pink, blue, and purple: out of all the colors it would have to be those three. I don’t mind blue and purple so much, but pink… why not red? Red is the primary color, after all, but I suppose it is also more masculine. There needs to be a balance, a representation of masculine, feminine, and both or other. In spite of my intense dislike for the color (which isn’t as bad since my second daughter was born) I wear these colors proudly, the colors of the bisexual flag.
I wouldn’t say that I’ve been in the closet for the past twenty years. I simply haven’t been obvious about it. The people who ne
It had taken a while to explain to Tuesday exactly what they were doing and how they had come to be San Fransokyo’s resident superheroes and, all things considered, she had actually taken it quite well.
A week had passed since then and Hiro hadn’t received anymore unexpected texts. He had taken a look at the phone Gogo had managed to get off of Silent and confirmed that that had been the one to send the texts. Unfortunately whoever put that phone together, and it wasn’t a typical high street model, knew what they were doing. That was all Hiro had managed to figure out from the mobile.
He still wasn’t completely over wh