I want to take it back to a little time in my life called “Mattie Jo goes to sex therapy.” Okay. It wasn’t exactly sex therapy. It was sexual trauma therapy. Liiiiittle different. It was April 2017, five months after my assault, before I decided to take Planned Parenthood up on their generous offer of free therapy treatment. I don’t know what took me so long. Actually, yes I do. I didn’t think I needed it. A good friend recently told me "If you don't label it as trauma you do
Hello there friends! I guess it’s just going to be a thing where I apologize for taking so long to write. Life is crazy but this is a joy. So, ya know what? I’m not apologizing for taking so long to write but instead for withholding such wonderful storytelling from your lives. I am deeply sorry. But since my last blog, as you might have noticed, President Donald Trump actually got inaugurated which feels like further celebration and legitimization of a lot of things but parti
Hi there friends! Last time we spoke, I imparted some (sure-to-be) world famous wisdom regarding the okay-ness of losing your Vcard before marriage. Ya know, how Jesus doesn’t actually care if you keep that chastity belt locked. Well. It’s been 4 months since that entry and some real shit has gone down in our world that makes continuing to write this blog feel trivial and a waste of energy. Admittedly I have neglected writing because I feel there is so much trauma in our worl
So I’m still in NYC. I’ve learned I have a penthouse apartment waiting for me in September, a performance intensive with Broadway’s best in August, and experienced a passed out trip to Coney Island compete with vomit on my suede jacket. Everything’s just comin up roses, I say! A friend of mine who can sing really pretty and I met on my previous trip to NYC (remember the handsome cast of TROUBLE who danced me into lustful oblivion? Yeah he was one of those) was having a show o
So it’s my senior year of college. WOAH. How did we get here? And it’s only blog #8? Time flies when you’re self discovering, Amirite?
Senior year was one of the best slash most stressful years of my life. I had spent the last three years working diligently at multiple jobs, spending all my gold and innocence on trips to New York City, and breaking things off with my conservative potential husband for the pinnacle of my young adult life: Moving to New York City. But a few t
On the Island of Single .... … .... … ………… … …….. Just kidding. A lot happens here. After saying farewell to Catholic and getting over my terrible behavior with model boy, I realized something that would shape so much of who I am now: I will not be married having blissful, guilt-free sex by age 23. For many women in my generation, this is totally okay. Because they were 1) having sex by age 16 and 2) never planning to be married by age 23. But for me, I had subconsciously pla
So I’ve just broken up with the man of my dreams and I’m in the City of my dreams. I’m not sure what I expected from that trip to New York, but I can assure you, my experience far exceeded anything I could have imagined. Mostly because I was totally and completely blindsided by what I assume is maybe normal for people living in New York City, but not so much Hollister, Missouri. Mattie Jo Makes a New Friend First things first: Alcohol. Although I had turned 21, six months pri