Life can be pretty cruel when you are a kid with the name Vivian, I lost count how many times I was called vagina, viagra or vulva today alone. What my mother was thinking when she gave me such a name who knows, but I’ve learned to embrace the puns. I have one of the most vivacious dating and sex lives compared to my posy of friends. I guess that’s because I’m not ready to settle down or maybe I want to explore every Dick, Harry and Jane that’s out there. I haven’t figured it out yet. But I’m not exclusive to keeping certain things hidden, after all, I really can’t make the stuff up it just shoots out on its own (pun intended)

I’m single, 30, and live life on an edge. However, I’m not sure if that’s a razor blade or the Grand Canyon of emotional distress. At least my group therapy sessions keep me in check, the tilt to either side and I know something will catch me as long as it’s not feelings.