09/01/2026
Happy T***y Tuesday, Dolls, 🖤🍑
Today, I celebrate the Tush—as per every Tuesday. 😉🍑
But today, I’m also celebrating the feeling of this small amount of rain washing over me and filling my cup.
I have always been someone who feels whole, feels safe, feels myself when the rain comes. Whether it’s a soft little sprinkle or a major storm rolling in on the horizon, there is something about the rain that makes me feel at home.
I think when you’re someone like me who has experienced a lot of trauma, it can become difficult to recognize the entire spectrum of happiness and, even more uncomfortable to step onto the scales of it. Sunshine feels like it on that spectrum.
Sometimes I find myself taking the happiness that comes and feeling guilty because I don’t quite know what to do with such pleasures. I think I have a tendency to self-sabotage the life that feels uncomfortable because I am far more accustomed to basking in the comfort of sadness.
Don’t get me wrong. I can feel true happiness. I can sit in the uncomfortable until it slowly becomes more normal than not.
But I have always felt my truest self alone, in the dark, where I know my demons and I’m not afraid of what I cannot see.
And yet…
I have come to actually enjoy the little beams of light these amazing women shine through while I’m busy trying to shut the curtains a little tighter.
Some days, I even find myself wanting them to rip those blinds wide open and expose me in all of my rare and pure glory.
And when they do—which they almost always do—I find that I’m not burned by the light like I expected.
I’m basking in the warmth of the sunshine they carry within themselves.
So today, I am happily reminded that I am still whole. Still true. Still beautiful.
That something like rain, which some may see as gloomy or gray, can be absolutely beautiful and pure.
That when I am washed clean, I can feel whole again.
That I am beautiful in all of my Grey.
And that I can be both.
I can be the rain that washes away the sun and the filth that needs to be cleaned…
AND
I can be the sunshine that comes after.
That glorious sunshine reminds me of the absolutely beautiful souls in this Collective that I have the pleasure of knowing.
And remember—this is not a sad post.
It’s simply a post from a woman who has lived in the Grey for so long that she is slowly realizing…
The pink doesn’t bite. 💗
Because of an amazing, strong, loving group of women, I’m learning that I can be both.
And that I am loved for exactly who I am.
So if you also love the rain—if you let it wash away some of the gloom, anger, hurt, and heaviness you’ve been carrying—then this post is for you.
Come dip your toes into these ladies of sunshine. ☀️
It’s warmer than you think.
Xoxo,
J — A woman still finding herself with TVRC 🖤
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