Sierra Cole
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Dating Sucks.
Dating is hard at any age. Especially when you have no idea what you’re wanting. Am I wanting to settle down? Am I wanting to just have some fun? Maybe a Friends With Benefits type agreement? It’s the 21st century, do we even meet people like they did in the golden days anymore?
By Sierra Cole2 years ago in Confessions
What could go wrong?
Growing up, I was given the nickname of ‘Flash’. I used to, and continue to, make decisions without ever thinking of the consequences those decisions will have. Recently I made the decision to move across Canada. What brought on that decision? A bad mental headspace. The feeling of being stuck in both my professional life and my personal life. Needing a change. I had no idea what I wanted my next steps to be, but I knew I needed a change, and a big one at that. So instead of doing what any rational person would do, and change their job, or their city, or take some time for a change of scenery. I made the choice to move across the country. Away from everything I knew, all my family. Without a job, or a place to live. I spent very little time looking into the cost of living somewhere. I just made the decision. Convincing a friend of mine, and a friend of his, to come with me. So here we were, going big, and NOT going home. We loaded our vehicles with as much as we could fit, towed my Mazda with his 1991 Chevy Rally van. In our load of things, this man loads a Transmission into the back of his van. Weird, right? But Mr. Mechanic wanted to make sure he was prepared if anything came up. Next came the over abundance of tools, I have never even seen. With everything loaded and ready to go, away we went. Passing through towns I have never even heard of.
By Sierra Cole3 years ago in Journal
Chubby Chasers?
‘Chubby chasers’ is a new term I heard recently. After being explained what it means I realized it’s the same as a ‘Fat Fetish’. Which is a term that has always created a burning hatred in my soul. I can’t help but question why us plus sized women can’t just be called women. Why does the size of our bodies have to be a characteristic used to describe us?
By Sierra Cole3 years ago in Viva
I remembered
I don’t remember the day I met him. I don’t remember what he was wearing, or the cologne overwhelming my senses. I remember he was angry. About what? I don’t have the slightest recollection. But shit, he wore anger well. He had my FULL attention. I knew than, he was going to fuck my shit right up.
By Sierra Cole3 years ago in Fiction