Autopilot

We're having so many conflicting issues lately, and they're hard to put into words.

James asked us the other day if we were depressed. The only answer we had was that we weren't sure, and sometimes we can't even tell if whatever malaise we've been feeling is depression. Most days it just feels like...we're a robot.

We've been having a lot of dissociation in public lately. We've also been spending a lot more time in public. Leaving the house three times a week is a lot for us. We'll have to have James start writing down the times he notices it happening and see if there's a correlation to how many hours we spend in public, or if there's a time-mark of some sort. It probably very similar to an extreme physically and mentally uncontrollable sugar crash, but it doesn't matter the time of day, or what we've eaten, of if we've eaten, so we've ruled that out.

It doesn't make it fun for James to be with us; we become detached, sometimes unable to speak or answer his questions in a timely manor, we appear emotionally void, it's more labored to walk and so we slow down, we become dazed and listless. Even as we know this is happening it's like we have no control over it, and we never know how long it'll last. Human autopilot through a fog. Which is probably better for him than when one of us less...fond...of James is out in public with him, likely.

Lately we've been considering closing this blog; it's starting to feel almost...redundant.

Random "Fun" Facts

Little known fact about DID/MPD, and we agree it makes no sense, but among our alters is a varied alcohol tolerance. And just like the tolerance, if there is switching while drinking, sobering up can be equally as varied, and can come quick, sometimes unexpectedly, and over and over.
Some nights it's an impossible amount of alcohol just to achieve the desired...feeling.
Other nights, nary two drinks.

It's irritating.

Maybe that's just one of those "fun facts".

You don't need to tell us we shouldn't be drinking anyway. *shrugs*

Another Day

Some days...this is what the inside of our head looks like...and when someone happy tries to take over when we're not...

Close to manic on the outside...burning crazy on the inside. Out of control.

Poor Stimpy...

Today, was a jumble of WTF, including some crying on a public street corner...because we're irritating. In case you think we always seem externally "together".

BuT.

Tomorrow is another day, with a fresh start.

Happy, Happy, Fucking, Joy.

~ et al

Slow Burn In The Switch: Part II

Some of us felt the need to write about our better switches.

Sometimes a transition, which is also called a switch* in Dissociative Identity Disorder isn't always burning anger, or much discomfort. For some of us it's an ebb and flow, like a river. That's usually when those involved actually like each other. When "we" wrote last time about switching I am not sure we made it clear that the severe discomfort was because of who was sharing space/struggling for control with each other. It's not always the same for all of us. We don't always make sense. sigh

Most of the time switches are because of triggers*, from what we understand; smells, sounds, the way something is said, things we encounter, people, almost anything can be a trigger...not all of us are aware of each others triggers yet...we're still getting used to everyone having free reign - without our core* (The Other Girl) it's much harder from some us to keep under control, she was always so good at it, control. Everyone wants to have a chance to play now, when they can...and others not so much, sometimes. Most of the times switches happen suddenly for us, sometimes there is a struggle for control...either way, they are hardly ever noticeable unless they manifest into a a sudden shift from someone who is nice and happy, into someone who is generally hateful. Or if we are struggling with it. Otherwise most of us have so many similarities that it's almost undetectable to the average person who wouldn't be able to pick up on voice changes, demeanor changes, sometimes facial changes.

I won't do a roll call for everyone that has been around, but myself, and Catherine are the out the most these days, with massive influence from Sam (he's our male alter), and occasional flits of the others. Frank comes out here and there, but she has never been the alter functioned past sort of "saving" us. Sometimes we feel bad that James is largely hanging out with teenage girls, but we're pretty grown up...

There are 10 of us, a possible 11th that we've known about for a couple of weeks, but we are apprehensive to confront, acknowledge she's older though, older than me and Catherine...younger than Frank - we don't want to have more. We stopped working on mapping right before James came to visit, and we're not so sure we had enough time with it - it being at integral part of our therapy. We know we should though, because even with a therapists help, mapping can take months, sometimes years.

Since coming to England a few of our alters have stayed in the background, wanting to watch, but not take any control, and some not even be here. Joy hasn't been around much, we miss her a lot, as does James. She doesn't like James' flat, so she can't be bothered with coming out. Emmie has been MIA since about the time we moved in with The Mother, before leaving to England. (Emmie hates her) and she also doesn't like James' flat, she likes nice things, and fancy stuff, nice beds and showers. The rest probably have their own good reasons.

I know for some of you this sounds insane...that's okay; all that we care about it that we understand it.

~ Cassandra

Tomorrow's post will be from Kerry, our friend from Twitter who spent the weekend with a few of us. Apparently she's been asked by people in her life outside of Twitter, and people on Twitter, what we're like (like we're a freak show or something)...so check back tomorrow when we post what she had to say about us...or at least some of us...

*Dissociative Identity Disorder Terminology

Personality Specifics
Alter: alter states, selves, parts (a subjective term); distinct personalities; fragments alternate personality, personality state, ego state or identity with its own unique perspectives, abilities, memories or other traits that differ from the Host or Executive personality.

The Core: The original birth personality.

Host: is the alter personality who dominates the control of the body most of the time and is often unaware of the other personalities. The host is usually the alter personality who will initiate after experiencing symptoms of mental distress, such as, anxiety, triggers or recovered memories.

Executive: When a personality (alter ego) has control of the body.

Switch: To switch from one personality to another. The process of an alter coming out from the subconscious mind into the consciousness mind while the other alter (who was already in the consciousness mind) slips back into the subconscious mind.

Who's out? A common question used to determine which personality is executive or host.

Co-conscious(ness): A state of being aware of what the other personalities are doing and saying.

Other Terms: 
Acquired: Anything that is not present at birth but develops some time later. In medicine, the word "acquired" implies "new" or "added." An acquired condition is "new" in the sense that it is not genetic (inherited) and "added" in the sense that was not present at birth.

Triggers: Conversion symptoms or body memories. Physical phenomenon such as pain, smells, tastes, etc.;  reaction to stimuli; sometimes causing a re-experience.

Dissociation: In psychology and psychiatry, a perceived detachment of the mind from the emotional state or even from the body. Dissociation is characterized by a sense of the world as a dreamlike or unreal place and may be accompanied by poor memory of the specific events, which in severe form is known as dissociative amnesia.

Re-live: A total memory recall (includes visual, emotional, physical and all other senses).

Losing Time: Also known as a Dissociative Fugue, is the period of which an alter personality is in the subconscious mind and has no recollection of the time that is being utilized by the alter personality who is occupying the conscious mind. Therefore when the alter switches into the conscious mind they realize that minutes, hours, days, or even months and years have passed since they were last aware of time.

System: is the structure of relationships between the alter personalities who live within the internal world of a survivor with D.I.D.! Every system is created and operates in it's own unique way, just like every family living in their own homes run their households different from the next door neighbor.

Inner (Self) Helper: is usually the alter personality who has a good understanding of the system and how it works. The I.S.H. is also among the typical group of helpers or protector personalities.

Grounding: is the process of disrupting a dissociative episode and is accomplished by tugging on an earlobe, rubbing the hands together, or shuffling the feet back and forth. This type of physical stimuli can bring the survivors mind back to awareness of their surroundings, and helps to make them feel less animated.

Slow Burn In The Switch

We want to be comatose, to stay in bed until it's over...immobile. Un-moving.

The worst days are the days like today where every single voice, every single touch, every single movement on the outside makes the inside of our head scream, not with pain, but with irritation, anger, confusion.  Why is this? Why do we get so agitated mid switch but only sometimes. 

I don't know why this happens. It scares some of us, causes us to feel angry, makes us want to kick and scream. It feels like a mess in our head, disorganized, unclear. We want to lay in bed and stare at something to center our mind and to find a calm place until it's over...to ignore it even.

I really don't like this...the short bit of time before the balance...it makes me uncomfortable, I'm not comfortable with feelings...this makes me feel, for lack of a better word, gross. Really hope I don't end up being here long today.

~Melody (& Brooke)

Nothing Much II

Got nothing today...only a little blip.

It's sad to live with someone who is always trying to figure out who we are. We can all see it in his eyes. We know which ones he likes best. He gets sad about her, because she's not around much these days, because we're running amok with stress and switching is sometimes an hourly occurrence...and the body feels uneasy, and anxious, and antsy, and confused...and the head gets angry, and cloudy and so many headaches...

I hope I'm not around much longer today, I just want to eat and eat, and some of us (likely Catherine or Ivy) have instructed James to make sure the others don't eat as much; they feel our weight has gone up in the last couple of weeks...but what is 4 extra pounds, or so, on a 6' stature (besides mini muffin tops anyway). James is good at dealing with rule enforcement so that means I don't get to eat until an appropriate meal time...because I'd make us fat again otherwise.

Bleh.

I'm going to go play video games, and host our Sunday Favstar ToD (Tweet of the Day) contest, and then play music, and more video games, and watch movies...Frank did enough packing this morning so we don't have to do more until tomorrow.

~Cassandra

'An Emotional Night For Us All' - James' Blog Post

We're going to try to get to writing tonight; James just published a new blog over on his blog site (not this post, however), all about how we booked his tickets back on Monday, because *gulp* he's coming to live with us now...(someone should start praying for him, or, you know, sacrificing a goat or something)...and so we need to catch up to our "relationship" entries...something like that.

We had planned on doing a "State of the Union" after he left three weeks ago, like the one we did about him coming to visit, but we've been stressed with having to plan to move out of the city where we live, and figuring out how to sell our house, because of some very unforeseen circumstances, which we've written about (but currently, we don't feel like back linking, so check out the posts from the last week and a half, or so, to find out why we have to move, and what we plan to do after that). If life ever settled down then maybe we'd get a better glimpse of this "boredom" we hear people talk about so much...but probably not.

Having just gotten off the phone with our tenants, a screaming match was had, to be sure, we need to have some wine and sort ourselves out before we can even think about writing for tonight. Stress stress stress *mumbles to self*.

The following entry is imported from James' blog (link to his blog is at the bottom of the entry), also at the bottom of this entry you will find several other titles of entries, both ones written while he was here staying with us for a month, and since he has returned home. All of the links are internal, so don't be afraid to click them, they'll just take you to other pages within this site.
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Friday 9th September 2011

This post is about a video chat I had with Frankie and a response to a Tumblr post they wrote about their day. I'm not linking to their post just yet as I want to write about the time we spent on GTalk Video first.

I had a friend over this evening and they were out drinking with one of theirs (the infamous [Fuck Face]) so our chat was later than normal. It started off very well, they (both Frank et al and the chat sessions) have been stressed recently but today seemed to be a good one, helped by the fact that I had a bottle of wine. We haven't drank together like this since our first ever chat.
But then, very suddenly, their mood changed whilst they were trying to write their blog post for the day. They looked upset, confused, almost angry. I asked them if they were ok, all too aware that this question, asked when they're upset, is often met with some hostility. They tell me they have had a hard day at work having to fight to maintain who was there at work in order for them to get the work done. As the chat goes on they are switching every few minutes. I've never seen them switch this quickly and so often before, I'm not sure who is there or how many are switching. They bounce from being close to tears to being almost happy in the blink of an eye but each time they are upset longer and happier for shorter periods until it seems as though the switching has stopped and they are desperately upset, confused, hurting and angry. They won't talk to me. They may have stopped switching but there is clearly a massive conflict going on in their head. At one point they say they have to go, they'll call me back later. The look on their face was of anger and dislike. So much I think that Brooke is there. There was no tears, no upset, no apologies, nothing but the desire to stop talking to me. In the past this has been to protect me from someone and / or from seeing them upset; I didn't get that impression tonight but I could be wrong, it could well have been just the inner fight that made it seem this way.

They call me back and they are upset. The rest of the chat consists of them writing a tumblr post and chatting to people on twitter. They still don't seem to want to talk to me but the fact they called me back and are comfortable with me just being there is comforting.
They say, as they always do, as we always do, that they want me there as soon as possible. They say they are going to book the flight the flight tonight but the prices have gone up and trying to adjust the days to get the price as low as possible is upsetting them and confusing them. I offer to do the looking and so I do. Then they say they want to leave it till Monday and I can't help but feel a little hurt by that but I understand, it's to much for them tonight. I carry on looking but don't tell them.
I have to say that whilst I say they don't seem to want to talk to me they do repeat that they just want me there with them and of course I want to be there with them too. I hate seeing them like this and not being able to comfort them. They don't always like me comforting them when they are upset but at least I can be there.

They are tired too and one of them wants to go to bed; eat pizza and go to bed but the others are saying to them that it's too early.

I am positive I know who I'm with now but I read their Tumblr post and it is signed by someone else. I'm confused and a little upset again. The person that signed it, Catherine, used to tell me she loves me but tonight she hasn't and in the Tumblr post says "I wish I could love him". I ask them about this but they get more upset and stay quiet.

They won't talk to me and so I break one of my own rules, I read their timeline as I know they're talking to people on twitter. Sometimes it's the only way I know what's going on is to look at their timeline. But there's a good reason I avoid this. And tonight's reminder of what that reason is kicked me the head, stabbed me in the heart and stamped on it. I get up, I leave the room, I take the advice form my counsellor and "release", in this case I air box for a few minutes. When I come back they ask where I have been and ask if they are upsetting me. I say no, it's not them. Maybe not a completely honest answer but a lot of it is my issues, I shouldn't get upset by what they say to others but when I'm here telling them I wish I could put my arms around them and they ignore me then tell someone on twitter they want to be in their arms... well excuse fucking me if I need to kick shit out of something.

But I read their Tumblr post again and one sentence that I read over and over again makes me feel better. I love them so much. I get upset and I allow silly things to hurt me but it's because I'm so far away and I miss them so much.

I've mentioned it too many times without so much as link so here is their Tumblr post for tonight, about tonight. You'll notice something about the sign off.

When we’re from the outside looking in, from the outside.

We’re doing too (to?) much switching, and not getting drunk enough to deal with it, no matter how much we drink; just repeated headaches, and crying, and making our boyfriend upset, in so many ways…logging off of video chat with him, and then logging back on…nobody wishes they were him, at least you shouldn’t; he probably wishes he wasn’t tonight, and he’s the bravest man we know. I wish I loved him, but many of us do, and that’s usually enough…it should be. He is very patient though.

Don’t know what switching means? Read our blogs. Don’t care to to do that? Then don’t, and it doesn’t matter…this Tumblr post is for us, and the people who know us, and do care…we’re sorry we’re not funny tonight, we know we never have to apologize…but sometimes we feel the need. Sometimes we’re a #sadclown…like in our recent painting.

It’s too a hard. This week is too hard, life is too hard.

We/I hope to sleep until Sunday…knowing us, and our inability to sleep (most of us don’t let me sleep as much as I sometimes want), we’ll get 8 whole hours…an unprecedented amount for us (we don’t get to nap unless we’re sick either); I’ll probably just want to lay in bed until we sleep again tomorrow night, but one of us won’t let that happen, if they’re in charge, and I hope they are…I don’t want to be here. Then again we have an appoitnment tomorrow, someone is viewing the house we are selling. I hope we remember…

Sometimes we hate us, as we’re sure others do.

If you’re confused, be unconfused…I’m in no mood to explain. Sorry.
I’ll be going to bed now…so, goodnight, lovely followers…we’ll try to do better tomorrow. Sweet dreams.

~Cassandra (part of Frank et al…for those of you who don’t know me, or the rest of us)

First, I want to reply:
Cassandra, I love you. I know you can't say it back but it's OK. I know you care so much about me, I know you miss me and you want me there with you. I know how much you do for me and for them and I love you for all of that. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you or make me not want to be with you. I have never had doubts about that and I don't now. I certainly don't wish I was someone else, only that I am me, James, your boyfriend, the man that loves you, you all, the man that won't leave you or stop loving you. Stay strong for me Cassandra. Please don't hate yourself. There are horrible people on twitter but what they think really doesn't matter. Many more people love you, all, very much.
To you all: I know how hard things can be for you sometimes, I know how much pain you are in and how much that upsets you, I know you can't always tell me what's going on, I know you don't always know. I know today was so hard for you and you were struggling to cope with it all.
Please don't feel bad for me getting upset. I know you just want me to be with you now, I do too baby, so much and I will be there very very soon. I love you all so much. You are wonderful, amazing and beautiful, to me, to others, for others, and for yourselves. Never doubt it, never let others tell you different (I know that's not an easy thing to do for you).

Back to the post - You see their Tumblr post is signed by Cassandra, they don't know why it was originally signed by Catherine. I have mixed emotions now, I'm happy that my thoughts of Catherine not loving any more may be laid to rest but feel so sad for Cassandra.
The night ended early, they took the laptop to bed and I read them stories till they fell asleep.

I try so hard to be happy for them, they need me to be for me and for them. It's so hard to sit here and see them so upset, in so much pain feeling so helpless. There are things about last night (at the time of writing it's Saturday 10th September) that still bug me. A lot of things I can dismiss, last night was just too personal, too much emotion. I'll get over it. I have to. They love me and I love them and really, what else matters?

[copied from the original location http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/ - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]

Some of the other stuff he's written about us

• 'I Meet Cassandra And It Doesn't Go Well'
  
• 'A Rough Night, Not The Good Kind'
• 'Who's Here Today'
• ''I Talk to Cassandra''
• ''Nine of Nine''
• ''Meet Catherine, Not Bethany''
• 'Today Was A Good Day'
• 'They Are One'
• 'They Are Nine'

Struggle...Exhaustion

We had a struggle of a day so we could do a good job at work...it's been that way all week.

We must have done a good job this week because we get to stay in our post another week (we made the new schedule for our "department"), even though last Friday the "boss" said he'd give us one more week to prove we can work where we are, at an adequate speed, and not get relocated to another department. We like where we are, the regular hours, the work (even though it hurts us physically), the creative freedom.

This meant a lot of headaches all week, and a lot today, as we had a couple of things to complete and we had to struggle to keep the ones who are good at cooking around. In the end we succeeded...Boss #2 called us the "chowder queen" as we made an extremely tasty Manhattan chowder, and have made great chowders four Fridays in a row.

When in culinary school (we're going to write more about that soon, in addition to what we've already written about culinary school), as well as in other jobs, a word that came up a lot was our lack of consistency in being good at what we do. We're not all good at the same stuff, and it shows, and to the outside world it just looks like inconsistency, or like we are "air-brained"...you know the other words that apply. We're "eccentric"...at least that's what it looks like from the outside...it we try really hard we can maintain a damn good job for periods of time (but with more headaches)...but if we are stressed...not so much...and that shows.

That's all our blog post is tonight...we've been having a lot of headaches at work this week, we're a little stressed out being in limbo...and about maybe having to move...and it's Friday. We haven't slept well this week...hopefully tomorrow will be the day we can get some real sleep.

Until then...

It's a Friday review....here are some of the stuff we've written that we recommend...don't know us? You should probably read...or not. We really don't care...seriously. we don't want to tell you what to fucking do.

Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote (consider them highlights), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote due to embarrassment over things that some have written - they are here for our own tracking - they are angry, mean, scary things. If you feel like it you can find them on your own (they are in the What We've Been Up To over on the left). Here are the highlights of what we have written so far this year. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.

The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder

• Mental Health Awareness Month: Our Introduction
• The Other Girl
• The Other Girl: Her Final Journal
• We Chat With The Father About DID (this post contains information on what DID is)
• Frank Gets Candid (We talk about Catherine, one of our alters)
• **We Freak Out** (this was a very important day, the day we met Marisa, recoverer of DID)
• We Are Fragments
• We / We Get Random / We Have Questions
• Marisa Answers Our Questions
• Frank Gets Candid, About Memories...and Bethany (we talk about one of our alters)
• A Note From Frank, and ONLY Frank (actually not written by Frank)
• Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3 (we start talking about the death of one of our alters [our core])
• Our Ears May Be Burning (we talk about what people we recently knew might be saying over Easter)
• We Just Need A Good Map (Mental Health Awareness Month Post - Frank talks about DID mapping)
• We Don't Do A Blog Post (we talk a little about mapping, Bethany, unicorns & stuff)
• We Discuss Three Mis-Diagnosed Mental Illnesses
• The D in DID: Dissociation (written by Cassandra)

• Bethany Has A Flashback?
  

  
  Other, Not As Much DID related, Written By Alters:
  A Day In The Room (Writing done by those other than Frank et al)
• We Have Nothing To Lose (Cassandra talks about the death of a mentally ill "friend")
• Frank Lets You Know Bitch (me!) (Bethany got to write her very own entry about herself)
• Sam Gets Angry About Ignorance (Written by Sam)
• A Little Bit Of Emmie (Written by Emmie)
• Sam Gets Set-Off (Written by Sam)
• We Answer Some Follower Questions
• Cassandra Writes About 'Someone Special' (Written by Cassandra)
• One of Us Has Sociopathic Tendencies (Written by Melody)
• Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica (Written by Emmie)
  
  The Other Girl - Stuff She Wrote:
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal: Canada to Berlin
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part II: Berlin, Germany
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part III: Munich, Germany
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part IV: Germany -The Final Days
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part V: Germany In Photography
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VI: Amsterdam In Photography
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VII: Cairo, Egypt
• The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VIII: Alexandria, Egypt
  

Health:

• When Anxiety Attacks
• Franks/Our 100 Pound Weight Loss Story
• Collision: The Other Girls/Our Terrible Car Accident
• Stress and Expediential Weight Loss
• New Pain and Old Fear
• Anxiety, Revisited

Family:

• Why Most Of Us Dislike Our Mother
• We Chat With The Father About DID (this post contains information on what DID is)
• A Few Hours With The Father and Baby Brother
• Father's Day, It's All About Our Father

Relationships:

• Relationships, Frank...and Love
• Our First Girlfriend
• The First Boy We Liked, That Liked Us Back
• An Ass-Face Comes A Texting
• We Go To University, We Take A Lover
  
  Standby:
• To A Human, If Indeed That Is What You Are (1 of 3)
• The "Death" of Standby and the "Birth" of a Villain (2 of 3)
• Standby: The Final Chapter (3 of 3)
• Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3 (to be continued)
  
  Fuck Face:
• A Mistress Without Cutlery
• What Become Of The Broken Hearted
• Fuck Face: Who He Is (also work related)
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 1
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 2
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 3
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 4
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 5
• The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 6
• We Have Drinks With Fuck Face
• To Send, or Not To Send...The E-mail Is The Question
• Situation Stand Still
  
  James:
• 50,000 Tweets and All We Got Was...
• A 'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James
• James and the Giant Peach Pit...Of Despair
  
  
  Friendships:
• Friends: A Tale of The Non-Bestie
• Our Ears May Be Burning
• We Have Nothing To Lose
• Girl Crush Gets The 411 on Us
• A Frank Evening With Fabulous People and The Pup
• We Get An E-Mail Intervention
• We Get An E-Mail INtervention: Followup: The Followup

Work:

• All In a Days Work
• All In a Days Work II
• All In a Days Work III
• A Day In The Room
• Another Day, Another Dollar; Fuck Our Life
• When The Job Gets Fuckity
• We Get Fired From Our Job
  
• We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face
  
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  Life:

• Please Don't Let Us Be Misunderstood
• All We Have Is Hope
• A Distraction, In The Form of The Jeans
• Seriously...And @NickSilly Answers Some Questions
• We Have Nothing To Lose
• How We Feel About Advice...and We Ramble
  
• Sometimes Karma is a Bitch for a Reason (1 of 3)
• Life Kicks Us in the Ass at Every Turn (2 of 3)
• ...More Ass Kicking From Life... (3 of 3)
• Fuck Face Gets Fired and What We Think About That
• We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face
• Good Deeds & Old Jobs
• Why Our Twitter Account Is "Me" and Not "Us"
  
  
  Food & Cooking
  • Cooking With Frank
  • Cooking Shepherds Pie With Us, Drunk
  • Cooking With Frank, Ratatouille
  
  

Opinion:

• Religion, You Say? We Have A View On That
• Growth and Change; An Artist Standpoint
• Reading We Recommend: Casey Hannan
• Hell Ride: A Film Review

Art/Poetry:

• Evil of Three: A Painting
• Saviour: A Painting
• Deadly Catch: A Painting
• Untitled Vision A: A Paiting
• Sad Clown Society: A Painting
• Pretty Things: A Poem
• Erase This Poem
• Envisage of We: A Poem

Humour/Random/Fun:

• The Tale of the Barbie Massacre Trail/Part 1
• Happy Zombie Day A.K.A Happy Easter
• Love Juice...We're No Cosmo Magazine But...
• Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica
• The Flavours of Emotions
  
  
  Social Media:
• Birds of A Feather, on Twitter, CAN Flock Together
• For Us, It's All About Team Awesome...and Twitter
• We Talk About Listing People On Twitter
  
• Who Are The Twitter Elite...And Of Course We Ramble
• You're Doing Twitter Wrong
• So, You've Been Unfollowed and/or Blocked
• There's More Than One Way To Skin A Troll

Guest Bloggers:

• Our New Guest Blogger (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
• Our Guest Blogger Writes About Depression (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
• Our Guest Blogger Writes About Suicide (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
• We Get A Guest Blogger - Kinky Sex! (The Single Mom @singlemomdate)
  
Imported From Our Boyfriends Blog:
• 'I Meet Cassandra And It Doesn't Go Well'
  
• 'A Rough Night, Not The Good Kind'
• 'Who's Here Today'
• 'I Talk to Cassandra'
• 'Nine of Nine'
• 'Meet Catherine, Not Bethany'
• 'Today Was A Good Day'