Showing posts with label My Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Words. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


This transgender bathroom issue is getting more and more ridiculous by the day. It seems the only thing that this great 'free' country is good for is spreading hatred in one form or another. I would like everyone who has their head up their ass in regards to this to take it out for just a moment and think about this: this didn't just start today, this month, or even this year. If a person was born as a male or female and is no longer identifying with that sex and become the opposite? Guess what, they've been going to whatever bathroom that coincides with the gender they live as day by day. Know something else? You never even knew it, and still won't. So this hate bandwagon is not only unnecessary but just plain and simple, fucking stupid. 

Please stop saying that the problem is the worry of your 'children being molested', because that is the last thing this group is thinking about. And if you are truly worried about your child being molested, perverts come in all shapes, sizes, gender and race. If a transgender male goes into a female restroom, she will be going into a stall and you would never know. Same with a transgender female, he won't be standing at the urinal, he will be in a stall minding his own damn business, why don't you try doing the same. 

The LGBT community is always being razed and ostracized for one reason or another. After this people will be saying that lesbians and gay males need to have their own bathrooms as well. 

When its' all fun, games and/or entertainment, everyone is just fine with it. When it comes to watching a man dress as a woman in a comical scenario there is no complaining then. And no man that I know complains about seeing two women kissing or doing much more than just that. But when it comes to real life...

Dear America, start worrying about the million and five REAL issues this country has. Enough with the bullshit.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Release Day Blitz: Witch Wars

Witch Wars by T. A. Moorman
Underlayes Book 1
Self-Published January 20, 2016 by Pronoun


Underlayes is another dimension where all sorts of nocturnal creatures reside; witches, vampires, fae, shifters, werewolves…… The dimension was created by all of these creatures working side by side to escape the scrutiny and danger to their very existence that stemmed from the human world. Humans tend to fear things they do not understand and tend to try and eliminate anything that they fear. Even though these nocturnal beings were actually humanoid themselves as well, just different, more enhanced, than their day bearing brethren.....

Amongst those beings lies a very powerful witch, Tialanna, who is to become the queen of all Underlayes witches. 

Thinking the worst part of her life was the fact that she was betrothed to a complete stranger while in love with someone else. She is in for a rude awakening when she discovers the truth of who, and what, she truly is. 

Tialanna is about to learn the truth behind several lies, because not only does her life depend on it, but so does the fate of the family she never even new she had. But hey, life would probably just be boring if she didn’t have to deal with elemental witches, vampires, demons, sorcerers, bindings, spells and whatnot, right? 

***This book is intended for mature audiences only as there will be both graphic violence and graphic sex.***  (Goodreads)



Still balancing on one arm and looking into my eyes, he was sliding his other hand down my body pulling off my pants.  Very slowly he slid his hand up the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart.  His hand crept up my inner thigh until he found that spot that let him know just how hot and wet I was for him.  Then he was nipping and licking his way down my neck while flicking his thumb over my clit, making my body shudder against his.  When he found my breast and took as much of it into his mouth as he could, he drove two fingers inside me.  He then released my breast and kissed his way down to my naval, licking delicately down toward more sensitive regions, all the while his fingers caressing, rubbing, and probing.  Suddenly, just when I thought I was about to explode with pleasure, his fingers were replaced with his tongue, going deeper than I thought was possible, and he was drinking me like I was the finest wine.
Somewhere in all of that, he must have taken off his own pants because, suddenly, he was once again hovering over me, and with our gazes locked he thrust every inch of himself inside of me (and trust me, there were a lot of inches).  Leaving me gasping for air and wanting to beg for more.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will.”  He snarled, pulling out slowly, making a small sound escape from my lips, until only the tip of him was left inside, “If I am only allowed this one last time, allow me at least this much to keep with me.  Allow me to have every piece of you, if only once more.”  He gave another deep, powerful thrust, making me cry out, “Allow me to give you every inch of myself for just one final time, allow me to feel every hot, sweet spot that is all you.  Even if you do go on with this foolish plan, he will only have your body.  Only I will forever own your heart.”
He kissed me again, then said, “I swear, you will regret leaving me.”

About The Author:

When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. So all of that darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her Etsy shop, GothicMoms DarkCharms.

A single mother of four beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend.


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Friday, August 28, 2015

Handle With Care

Words by me, picture found on

Handle With Care...

When dealing with someone who is used to practically living in a shell and/or behind a mask, when they let you in, try not to forget what a truly fragile thing that is. How honored you should feel by being allowed to see how that person truly feels, knowing that only a very tiny portion of the world has ever known their true feelings. True, they may have shown their anger and rage to the world, and even may wear it as a badge of honor. When it comes to their innermost feelings, hurt, sadness, fear? Those feelings they are so used to locking away feeling that if they do say something, no one really gives a damn anyway. Laughing louder than anyone else rather than drown in their own tears.

They've already been dumped on, abused, misused, even set aside as non-important. They already know how the world will view their feelings; thinking that in some way, shape or form whatever has happened to them is in some way their own fault. Something they should have done or said differently. Someone they shouldn't have been around in the first place or had the nerve to trust. That something they're afraid of is so tiny and insignificant they should never have been afraid in the first place. Forced to wrap their feelings in a tight bubble inside of their heart that they only let burst in private, though all the while some of those feelings leak out so they just smile while enduring their private pain.

So when they put that trust in you to be that one person they believe within their heart and soul they are able to turn to, their rock, solid ground when they feel as though they are sinking, handle that title with tender care. Try not to forget how hard it is for them to trust in the first place.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Undying Inferno

Image found on Pinterest via Google

Undying Inferno by T. A. Moorman

Someone asked me recently what is that a woman really wants in a relationship? Here's my response...

Every woman wants to feel irresistible, irreplaceable, wanted, needed, desired whether you've been together sixty days, months or years. Women want to know that spark that was ignited the very first night you lay together is still there. Women want to know that fierce, burning inferno of passion is a flame that will never die out. Women want you to let them know just how much you truly yearn for them. They want to feel your touch, your dark, sensual caress. They want to know that your body becomes aroused at the very thought of being allowed to lay down beside them. They want to know that feeling of longing they feel for you whenever you're apart is reciprocated. They want to feel, not only hear, just how beautiful they are to you both inside and out. Life may not be about sex, but when you're with someone, knowing that you are the object of their darkest fantasies? Knowing that they drive a passion within you that is so strong you simply need to be inside them? That is something that goes way beyond being priceless. No money in the world can ever purchase a gift as great as that.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

A Mother's Burden

A Mother's Burden

Words by me, picture found on Google under "Gothic Babies"
A Mothers' Burden:

I don't think people realize how hard it is to NOT spoil a child after you've lost one. My son is only two years old, and is an extremely active, spoiled Momma's boy. Yes, I did it. Yes, I admit it. While I know that makes him extremely difficult to deal with at times, most of the time, I can't help it. I gave birth to him less than two years after giving birth and then losing my first son when he was no more than two weeks old.

So, yea, he does get away with a lot of things that he shouldn't, but he isn't all bad. He is still a sweetheart, albeit a devilish one.

I guess my point is this. Before you start judging someone and telling them what they should and shouldn't do when it comes to their kid, stop and think about what their reason might be behind their actions. Losing a child is the most soul wrenching experience any parent can go through, especially losing them to death. So those lucky enough to have a second chance, to be graced with that soul once again? Well, to say they are frightened, excited, happy and terrified doesn't even begin to describe the multitude of emotions they experience. And there is no time limit on how long they may feel that way.

Those that are talking their shit, but are there through the thick, thin and craziness too, giving that support (even from long distance) and just telling it like it is, this doesn't apply to you. Cuz trust me, we need all the help and LOVING support we can get. Just don't forget that sometimes with this sensitive area, we need to be handled with child-size-black-lace-gloves. And even though it may not seem like it, we do appreciate your help and advice, most of the time. Lol.

Those that talk shit and are just around or touch bases only every now and then, or even once every few months? Can it. Unless you're a Cobbler and can literally walk a mile in my shoes, I'm really sick and tired of hearing what you have to say.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Dedication Page

Words by me, picture provided by Google.
Dedication Page

Sitting here alone in the dark I find myself contemplating on all of the decisions I have made in me lifetime. While some were all wrong or right for all of the wrong reasons. Some leaving me hurt and bleeding from the inside out. I still cannot bring myself to regret not a one of those choices. Even though with a different one I may be richer, more successful and maybe even happier, I have to ask myself would it be worth it if changing even the smallest thing meant losing anything/anyone I hold dear and near to my heart and soul. Regret is a word I will forever stricken from my vocabulary for it holds no place in the woman that I am nor the even more glorious one that I plan to become. I will hold within me all of the pain, the hurt, the sorrows, the madness and the rage, but along with it I will also embrace the love, the joy, the passion and most importantly the knowledge.

Many people whom have lived even a fraction of all the obstacles I have overcome and still must endure have not even lived to tell their tail or have succumbed to that darkened place within their hearts, minds and souls and retreated to a place of no return. There are plenty of times I have wanted to let go and just tell life 'NO MORE!', I have not, I will not, I shall not. I embrace the darkness within me along with the light, even though it is a constant struggle I will never give up this fight. I will continue to laugh in the faces of people who want no more than to see me suffer and watch me break down and descend into a downfall i which I can never climb my way out of, I vow to never give them that satisfaction. One day not too far in the future my name WILL be in print and my dedication will read:

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