Why I Do Violin Bitch

2015-11-11 22.59.54Because there are things I need to say. Writing rips off the nicey-nice costume my soul has concealed herself in until recently. I write here to get to know myself. To understand things that make no sense to me. Bask in things that light me up.

The world needs all of us to show up wearing our power gear – whatever it is we’re passionate about. Mine happens to be music, violin, eroticism, as a start.

If you’re brave, check out my posts on Violin Bitch’s Facebook page (for adults only). Nothing feels better than expressing myself. Am happy to share.

2015-11-12 21.22.08Decadent much?

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