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In the news, ethics and development


Hey everyone. Time to share with you some of the headlines that I’ve curated at work recently. You might have heard or read about some of them. Have a great weekend!

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200 words of honesty


I have elluded talking about myself here, in this humble little blog. I’ve hidden behind reblogged posts and musical choices. Even in the fact that I put myself a limit of 180 words to write something approaching honesty, that says a lot about where I’m coming from.

Highlights from the past year: the end of my marriage; A Season of Faith’s Perfection we could say. I can’t and won’t write any further about it, not right now at least.

Tattoos. Submissiveness. Deceit. Meltdowns. Romance. Optimism. Peace. Fear. Sex. Self. Misunderstandings. Solitude. Love.Truth.

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And I wonder
When I sing along with you 
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

It could all seem like a blur, I feel as though I’ve lived many lives throughout a 12-month period. Sometimes it’s like binging on a specific movie or tv show, or like going through a  playlist or song over and over again. Learned to be innocent, at times. Self-aware, cynical too.

But here I am, trying to have a Jerry Maguire moment of my own. Not sure If I’m getting across. Just wanted to be naked for a moment. If only for a moment.

5 Years


theduffboy:

An inspiration to move forward, yet remain vulnerable.

Originally posted on Becoming Jennie:

Today marks the five year anniversary of my very first post on BecomingJennie. It’s hard to believe that five years have passed. It seems it’s just as difficult to know where to end as it was to know how to begin.

I suppose, like anything, I simply should start at the beginning.

April 6th, 2009, I entered into a televised rehab as a joke. My intentions were to gain national notoriety for being a sex addict and to rocket my career as an adult performer into the stratosphere. In process of detoxing from the incredible amounts of alcohol, marijuana and oxytocin that once ran through my blood, my feelings “turned back on” and I was left wondering how it was that at 26 years of age, I had no identity other than the one created for viewer enjoyment. 19 days after entering the rehab program, I committed to leaving the…

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