The Emptiness of the Purge
Hello my Darlings...
As I mentioned in my re-introduction, I purged a few years ago. More like, I nuked.
Poor G.
I tossed all her clothes.
All her sweet, sweet hair.
Her makeup.
Her earrings, and navel rings...and I hoped the piercings would just close up.
I tossed her leather corsets and boots. And her Rennaisance wench costumes.
Alas, I even tossed her photos. Deleted about 200.
Luckily, I forgot about a few images I uploaded to an internet site....and they survived.
Except for those few pics, G is gone.
So I was wondering...have any of you purged? Nuked? Destroyed the women in you?
And after the rush of emotions that led to the purge...have you then had the rush of regret? That you have virtually killed...this part of you?
Tears and love,
G
The Truth is more Powerful than the Purge
Thanks, all of you, for your thoughts. All very, very appreciated.
And yes, I'm realizing that this is who I am. Forever.
The purge is the result of ultra-high emotions...fear, conflict, panic. And while emotions come and emotions go, who you are stays put.
So I begin from step one. Again.
By the way, Frederique raises a key point...photos. I tossed nearly all mine. But it occurs to me that when I was sharing them, perhaps some of you downloaded a few. If so, could you let me know? That would mean the world to me.
Without them, it's as though I'm living life without a mirror.
Hugs,
G