Nicki P

Joined May 2020

3 stories

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Trans/enby person, educator, activest.

Peer support counselor

Freelance author

Skincare and cosmetics consultant

Retired from emergency services

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Going to Church
The end of 4th grade, actually just before the end. Possibly March or April? It could have been either. Anyway, around then, after yet another fight with Mother (one that the belt and anything else would not get me to back down) I was sent to live with my father. I had been there for weekends most of my life, and now would be moving to this… not a town, a village? A hamlet.
By Nicki P6 years ago in Families
Chad
I don't know why he talked to me. Chad was SO FUCKING COOL! At first, I truly did not know to whom he was speaking. I looked over both shoulders, worried I had missed someone behind me. There was no one there. There was no one within 20 meters in any direction. He had to be speaking to me.
By Nicki P6 years ago in Humans
Dating Apps
A smiling face lights the screen Like so many before Three sentences, if that, to tell their story Quiet desperation wrapped the myth of a photoshopped joy
By Nicki P6 years ago in Poets