Singster Jones
Bio
I like to write about things that I witnessed or felt. But I like fiction too, it can be liberating. Writing is a big part of my life and I like to think that it's not only words on paper but kind of a second voice. Hope you like my stuff!
Stories (21/0)
The Double Treat
Hey! It's your girl Luna. If you read me before, you know I'm a very secretive person. In my other life experience/story, I was fornicating with a young lad under the radar. In this version of my young years, I'm talking about two insanely hot guys. Let's call them Liam and Ethan—yummy names right? So as you suspect, I got involved with both of them at the same time... it wasn't love, just fun, at least half of it.
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Filthy
I See You
I was a lousy student. I never did anything special with my life. I certainly not invented the wheel nor the four-hole button. I was like half of the population, boringly ordinary. I lived the first 20 years of my life in the shadow of my big brother who was a pop star (God help me). He wasn't just a singer, he was also an asshole—really big one. Everything seems to fall into his lap, the women, the money, the popularity. As for me, I was left hanging dry by all members of my own family. I suppose I wasn't rich enough for them to notice me or to care for that matter.
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Hate That I Love You
My name is Luna and here's my love/hate story. It all began when I was 19 years old. I was a very sexual being and may I add, really beautiful in my own way. I was confident and had a great personality. And suddenly, there was this 16-year-old kid who was a real pain in the ass. He was superficial, too confident (if you ask me), he always wore expensive clothing brands... you know, a real douchebag.
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Humans
The Burden
What it means to be alone? What does that mean for me? It means half my life I had way prettier friends than I was. It means I was often the third or fifth wheel. It means I disappeared from the face of the earth when they were around me. It means boys rarely looked my way. It means that I wanted to kill myself almost everyday. It means my self-esteem was really low at this point. It means I gave up on me. It still means today that I don't like myself. And frankly, I don't know how to change that.
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Psyche
How to Be Big
How to be big in a world that isn’t? It’s a question I’m still struggling to answer. Every day I’m trying to convince myself that I belong here with the other half, the thin one. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not pissed off at the world or anything like that. Not my style. I’m just super uncomfortable with the shape I have. I get the whole movement to feel at peace with yourself in any type of body, it’s so fresh and very 21st century, but I still can’t feel that way. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I see the beautiful woman everybody’s talking about? The one that I basically don’t see in the mirror?
By Singster Jones5 years ago in Longevity