sluts are pretty smart, actually
WARNING the blog you are about to read may baffle you, trigger you, make you laugh, make you cry, change your life, and is immensely vulnerable for me.
I am wisdom keeper of felt knowledge.
This page is my catharsis.
And I hope that’s exactly what it gives you.
Ivy Wolfe
Singer, Model, Poet, Writer
I admit, I’ve been fighting for so long I sometimes forget to put the blade down. Protecting, this primal, tender, fleshy, exposed, beautiful heart. I somehow made it out of the decay with so much still alive in me. I left bruised, but so, so, so tender. And full of empathy. I owe that to…
Why did I choose the name Ivy Wolfe? My mother, during a dark period of abuse towards me, as I was taking care of her financially and otherwise at 17 years old, looked at me once during a conversation, and said; “Ivy, you are a deer, soft and sensitive and eaten by Wolves like me”…
does the shameless expression of my sensual, wild, naked, nature scare you? do you think you need to save me? are you convinced you know what is best for me? do my bubbling uncontrollable emotions bring you to heights of fear? desperate to make sense of me? would you rather put me somewhere I can…