Ali Ryerse
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Instagram: alirye.
Read on and entertain yourself with my life stories, poems, and opinions of the world.
Stories (19/0)
Ali's Cowbird Story
I want to take some time and introduce this next piece. I wrote The Cowbird Story when I was a freshmen in Highschool. This was the first real piece of literature I produced that had a clear path to finding my voice. I grew up writing songs and poems, however, this short one page essay stood out to everyone, including my teacher. She pulled me aside and assured me that whatever I did, with practice to do it well, I could have a successful future using my creative side. Whatever that may mean for me throughout life, I never had that kind of support before. So, I kept going and I'm thankful for the reassurance and push my teacher had-my Highschool in general was great like that. I hope you enjoy it!
By Ali Ryerse3 years ago in Criminal
Miss Gray Hair
Being a caregiver is not for the faint of heart. You get verbally abused, shit on, (literally), and the only thanks you get is taking home an hourly pay that is the same equivalent to the job you endure. And on the best occasions, we walk in prepared to do our best just for the client to take one look at you and demand a new person. In my experience, I noticed that petty luxury to be reserved for those who are too bitter and old to say hello. I like to think I know how to talk to them, provide them a companion with a dash of bitterness and a twist of wisdom while we wait for their death, and that's why I never seem to get a break. I get it.
By Ali Ryerse3 years ago in Longevity
My Experience With Paid Companionship.
Lights, camera, end. I became so blitzed in my own glamour and fortune, I never thought about the end too suddenly or harshly, until it became a reality. We both wore masks and we both built an illusion, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. During what I should have known to be our last vacation, he only came to me for a quick fuck and he wouldn’t speak to me like he used to. I sat, watching the seasons change trying to ignore the dissolution feeling he was giving me.
By Ali Ryerse3 years ago in Confessions
My Experience With Paid Companionship
Gazing up at the ceiling, the green sparkle in my eye as the sun came in just right, my face buzzing, I breathed slowly to center the feeling of panic; my champagne problems needed to be left at the door. I looked over at my bags waiting, clearing my mind of the over-thinking clutter, I almost didn’t feel the shrill alert of my phone. I compartmentalized leading up to this moment and couldn’t help but smirk when I saw it was him. Rich Guy Here always had his private car ready and I was about to see it for the first time. I stood up and settled in a coat to hide from the weather, and placed my black shades comfortably on my nose. The anonymous exchange was nothing but arousing, and I felt like sliding into my role early.
By Ali Ryerse3 years ago in Filthy
My Experience With Paid Companionship.
When your 18th birthday arrives, so arrives the expectation of having it all together: a job, a car, college, and perhaps your own place, make up some of these things. Society doesn't prepare you for it. And the daydream of kissing 17 year old high school boys, behind the Dairy Queen, were suddenly over. I did not have a transition strategy, nor did I know how to form one. All I knew was, the fist full of insecurities and that tsunami of responsibility, were starting to stick to me like leeches: I knew no matter what I did, it would just be a wave of disappointment and frustration.
By Ali Ryerse3 years ago in Filthy