Traci E. Langston
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Writing can be therapy, insanity or both. Here is my mind, my dreams, my fears, my thoughts, my life laid bare to share with you. Enjoy the journey into what is at once my blog, diary and world, and don't forget to tip your guide.
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Bombshell
I was sexually harassed. It is a hard thing for a woman to admit. As we hear many times, the woman, the victim questions, or possibly even blames, herself for what happened to her. The boys will be boys or the men like to look at something pretty all are phrases we have heard for decades as a way to brush off what has been said or done to us.
By Traci E. Langston7 months ago in Confessions
A Bag of Lettuce
Some days you just reach a breaking point. This was one of those days. Work issues, traffic was insane, people were rude. It was just snowballing as the day progressed. Eventually I found myself in the parking lot of my local grocery store with some woman driving a giant van that could not decide where she was going and would not communicate it with simple hand gestures. As I gestured left or right? She just waved her hand.
By Traci E. Langston8 months ago in Motivation
I write
I’m a writer. That’s what I do. That’s what I tell everyone. Well, most everyone. Apparently there are some days I forget to tell myself. As writers we are supposed to write, but there are days I will go without writing. And I can feel it. I get so caught up in the minutia of life and all the “stuff” I have to do that I just somehow forget to write.
By Traci E. Langston11 months ago in Writers
I Write Smut. Content Warning.
I write smut. That is a very bold statement for me to write considering the way I was raised and the impression that I give people when they meet me or even those that have known me for years. But it is the truth. I write smut. Some may call it by nicer names – I know I have. Erotica, erotic fiction, adult romance, dirty books or my classy favorite sexy romance, but it all comes down to explicit sexually based stories.
By Traci E. Langston12 months ago in Filthy
We Have A President. Content Warning.
I would like to take a moment to remind the people of America that we have a President. We do not have a king, dictator or other form of leader. The President of the United States is an elected official and therefore a public servant. He is there to serve our wants, needs and desires. He is not a supreme being where every word he states is law.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in The Swamp
I Am A Dragon - hear me roar
In the beginning the men ruled the villages across the land. They carried their swords and were proud. The fields grew great with food and they were always victorious in the hunt. Their walls were filled with the trophies that showed they were true men. They drank their ales and slapped each other on the back praising themselves for how big and strong they were. And the dragons watched.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in History
A Cold Bleakness
The snow squeaks under the boots of the men walking across the field. It is so frozen that it crushes against itself. Sometimes they step onto a soft spot and sink into the powdery white. They laugh and continue onward to the tree line. Their breath mingles with the cold air making clouds of white that match the wintery floor.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Reader
To Whom It May Concern: I am very sad and I don’t know who to talk to. People ignore me all the time. I used to be important. I was a part of their daily lives. I had value. Now I lay abandoned. Forgotten but for a few true caring souls that remember what I have to offer. To them I am a priceless treasure that makes the world a much better place in which to live.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
The Hole
I walk along the edge. The day is sunny and warm. There is a slight breeze and the birds are singing. But I see them but can’t find pleasure in the day. It is coming. I feel it. I feel almost powerless to stop it. A bout of depression is slowly stalking me.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Psyche
