Aspiring Carrie Bradshaw Of My Generation

Yeah, thats a Sex In The City reference, sue me.

WARNING the blog you are about to read may baffle you, trigger you, make you laugh, make you cry, and is immensely vulnerable for me.

We all spend so much time creating perfect images, brands, and views of ourselves for people to see. 

Does anyone else just want the guttural truth? 

So grab your popcorn if you feel the call, and read on. 

This page is my catharsis.
And I hope that’s exactly what it gives you.

Ivy Wolfe

Singer, Model, Poet, Writer

^where else to find me ^

  • a love letter to men

    a love letter to men

    please, know there are some of us waiting for you to collapse into yourself. understand you are not just a mindless drone worth only of what you can provide. Its funny huh, how similar at core the pain is of women and men in there strikingly different textures. hear me, darling one. Here ME, MAN….

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  • feminine revolution

    feminine revolution

    I am the violence of the heart The outrage, the riot, what you can’t tear apart I am fucking ugly I am brutal, ridiculous, horrifying to truly see I take NONE of your manipulations of me Awe, what’s wrong? Can’t take the heat? I am the one you call for a bloody restart The one…

    CONTINUE READING: feminine revolution
  • hag

    hag

    something has shifted in me. the wrinkly sunken face of the hag I once feared more then anything… is now my god. She Is My God I worship her every line every crack I was scared, of whats to come aging, for women, by definition: we “lose power and beauty”. or so the programming goes….

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