Been doing this for nineteen years….
As previously stated: ‘In 2006 (19 years ago) I was 18, my life was finally getting in order. I was leaving an abusive relationship that I was in since ’04 (I was a few weeks shy of 16, he was 18 when we first met/hooked up) with a new job, car, and new group of friends. Finally old enough to be a bad bitch, legally. Then Boom: I t-boned an oak tree, some say that SOB (the oak tree) hugged me, I have a theory….. (maybe later), I lost consciousness before EMTs arrived, after someone that witnessed my crash: popped my SIM card into their phone to call my mom. My flip phone broke when it flew out my window…….. was I on the phone? I was airlifted to ORMC, resuscitated on the way, put on life support, in a comatose state (not medically induced) for nearly four months.
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The first 6 months of TBI life was nothing but therapy, and weekly visits from “new friends”. See my parents live 30 miles from the hospital, which is in Orlando and closer to the Florida Mall (where I was working). Eventually driving out to the bushes to see Nina living with a TBI became too much, and “new” friends moved on and I figured shit out on my own, with console from my BFF (who moved up north, right before high school, and this good girl went bad).
Lorelei (BFF from pre-school) was the only one to open my eyes to being in a relationship/living while I focused on therapy (she said something about, the right people will make you stronger.) She was the one to recommend POF: that’s where I got the message asking me if I’ll date a big guy from my person.
Since I’ve been with Dom I’ve been able to use all I’ve regained from therapy. Now I have the confidence to own being disabled and I’m making it work for me.’
Okay I’m done repeating myself.
Back to the point, at the end of this month will be my 19th disabled birthday. It was 10 months after my 18th birthday that I got into the accident and injured my brain, and basically stopped living.
Last year (my 18th disabled birthday) I told Dom I wanted to go out and paint the town red (if you read between the lines: you’ll see that I had no girlfriends to do that with in my 20s). We unexpectedly spent my birthday in a gay karaoke bar. It was great, I drove the girls wild! I even had one of them sing to me!!
For my 19th birthday, I again want to get dolled up and “paint the town red”. BUT it has to be more epic than a gay bar. What’s more epic than a gay bar, a strip club? How about dinner at a gentleman’s club!?
This way I can slay as hard as I want to, we’re talking low cut mini dress , pretty woman boots, dramatic seductive eyes, and I won’t have to worry about being the center of attention. Shit bitches will be topless!
About the topless bitches……
I was telling Tina (you remember Tina, the physical therapist who got me on my feet after I had my ankle fused, member? You remember, well we’re friends and chat from time to time) and she pointed out that I’ll be getting attention from them (the topless bitches), to which I replied SO? I’m a flirt. Flirting with sexy women is a confidence boost. I’m straight, Dom knows if I flirt with a girl it’s harmless fun.
It’s 2 weeks until my birthday, and the shenanigans have begun! Yesterday my boots (the knee high Pretty Woman boots) they have a 2 and a half inch stacked heel, that I’m able to walk in. Not saying I’ll be walking into the gentlemen’s club, I’m not able to independently use the restroom with my walker. I can transfer from my wheelchair independently. Knowing I can walk with no change to my balance means I should be safe transferring and won’t need to change my shoes before I transfer.
Dom made our reservations two weeks from tomorrow at Rachel’s our local gentleman’s club 🤣. I made a 4 hour appointment with my tattoo artist Linda @https://www.instagram.com/artisticloungee/ she’s done my last 2 tattoos. I need two more to even me up, currently have 4 on my right side, 2 on my left, and 2 on my back. This next one is going on my left thigh. It’ll be a seen from Alice in Wonderland. A tea party as a memorial to my early TBI days, and the countless “tea parties” I had while waiting for change, till I took it ‘pon my self to get social and change shit.
Oh, the day after my birthday Dom has a doctor’s appointment. I’ll be going with him, then he’ll take me to therapy, then I’m getting my hair done. He said something about cut and color. I’m seriously thinking about keeping my tat and hair as a surprise till I post pictures from my birthday dinner…… Or maybe I’ll post pictures on here, I don’t think y’all actually read my blogs…….
