i woman. you man.

I think as straight

Girls
Women
Ladies

we need to be aware of who we fall for.

Men.

There are so many quotes out there on social media expressing love and emotion and I think we get so caught up
in our feelings that we forget that there are two people to this whole relationship thing.

And the man, the receiver of your affection may not always be feeling the same way. Or may not be able to express it in the exact way you’re wanting.

We get sucked into this ridiculous sense of expression that we often forget that men are completely different creatures than us.

They can’t always describe what they’re feeling.

More often than not I see girls get

Angry
Frustrated
Hurt

when their men aren’t expressing the same way we are.

Here is something I full heartedly and truly believe.

Expect little to nothing from your man.

By that I mean

Expect him to make you happy.
Expect him to treat you with respect.
Expect him to accept you the way you are.

But do not expect him to

Write you poetry.
Cry with you when you watch a rom-com.
Cuddle all night without a little kissing or bum action.

Love him for all that he is.

Just please remember that

I am the woman

He is the man

for a reason.

xo
tns

happy fifth of july

July is an interesting month. It starts off strong with Independence Day.

Fireworks.
BBQs.
Day drinking.

It’s a grand day for all Americans.

But as the fourth comes to a close we are left with the rest of July. One of the hottest months of the year here in good ol’ Washington State.

Don’t get me wrong there is plenty to do.

Swimming.
Floating the river.
Paddle boarding.
Boating.

But still, people bitch about the heat like it’s going somewhere.

Yesterday though was lovely. The weather was perfection as we headed up into the mountains for family time.

We drank.
We ate.
We were merry.

It the perfect Fourth of July.

xo
tns

sex

It’s not usually a topic that is

Talked about.
Cheered about.
Screamed from the top of rooftops about.

People generally stay hush hush about the whole sex thing.

Sadly for my parents, they had me.

I’ve never been one for hush hush.
I don’t like secrecy.
I like things in the open.

So when I decided to have sex with my long time boyfriend, my 16 year old brain thought it best to tell them about it.

Before it actually happened.

Worlds weirdest daughter.
Right here.

They took it pretty well considering…

Three years later and I had decided to have sex again.
And I told them.
Again.

At least this time I waited until after the deed was done.

Worlds weirdest daughter take two.

I don’t think sex is something that should be taken lightly.

I also believe that sex is something that should be talked about in households.

No child should ever be ashamed to talk to their parents about sex.

Do not be ashamed of sex!

But,
Be safe.
Be smart.
Be happy.

And
DO NOT BE PRESSURED.
EVER.

xo
tns

it’s time

I’ve started a countdown of the days left before I leave for school. It’s not only because I’m excited for school.

Which I am.

It’s because I’m no longer excited to live with my family.

They make me feel like I’m in high school again. Saying things like:

They don’t understand me.
They don’t know me.
I’m sick of being who they want me to be.
I’m sick of pretending.

And though those might be high school sayings..it’s exactly how I’m feeling.

They really don’t understand me.
They really don’t know me.
I really am sick of pretending to be who they want me to be.
I’m so sick of pretending.

I do love them.

And I do want them to be proud of me. But what’s the point of them loving me and being proud of me if I’m someone I’m not.

It’s time to be me.

I hope they’re all prepared.

xo
tns

be single

In my first post I wrote about how I was having sex with a man who was not my boyfriend.

It’s over.
And I’m not sad.
Not really.

I was raised in church and abstinence has always been pushed. Hard.

But I’ve always wanted to have sex again.

Crazy
Wild
Passionate
Great
Sex

And that’s exactly what this was. It made me happy and reminded me that sex can be good. Great even.

And if sex was good with someone who barely cared about me; I can only imagine how amazing it will be with someone who loves me.

But,
For now I’m single.
Waiting but not looking.

xo
tns

+ size

I’ve been seeing this phrase a lot around

Pinterest
Facebook
Instagram
Television

Everywhere.

It feels like they’re saying I’m the size of a normal person, plus some more.

It’s not uncommon though. They’re always trying to think of newer “nicer” things to call bigger women.

I’ve decided that plus sized is probably the most complementary thing a person could call me.

I think of all of the amazing +’s in this world and a smile comes to my face.

Google +
A+
My + 1 

I am a proud member of the plus crowd. Even though I may be bigger than the average 20 year old woman, I’m proud.

I’m proud because I work out.
I’m proud because I’m able to eat food I love.
I’m proud that I can wear a bikini and still feel okay.
I’m proud because I have people that look up to me.

Thank you to everyone who tries to make me feel bad about myself because you are only fueling my fire to feel good.

xo tns

the 20 year old nut job

I always thought that by 20 years old I would have it all together.

I would be in school.
I would have an amazing boyfriend.
A job that I love.
And style that would make even blind women stare.

But here I am:

20.
Living at home.
Not going to college.
Having sex with a man who is not my boyfriend.
Working 22 hours a week at a job that drives me crazy.
And not enough money to have any style at all.

I’m unhappy.

I’m sure millions of people are unhappy and I’m sure like thousands of those millions of people I’m one among them that has no reason to be.

My life really isn’t so bad.
@ I’m breathing, right?
I make enough money to pay bills.
And at least a man wants to have sex with me.

But I want more.
I want deeper conversations.
I want an insane love.
I want enough money to do more than survive.
I want to be happy.

I give it one more week before I break down in tears at some huge family event and they send me off to the loony bin.

Lets see how much one 20 year old nut job can change in just one week.

Fingers crossed.

xo
tns