I’m very sexual, and I don’t want to be too graphic here, but I go in depth about the reason, that I feel that I’m a nymphomaniac, in my book “The Transparent Me“

As a child I was sexually assaulted, and the weird thing, about how I how reacted, as I developed, to what should’ve been a tragic moment for me, instead of me fearing men or hating the very thought of them, I actually became highly promiscuous; and gravitated to them, on a highly irresponsible way, to the point where I was soliciting them, sometimes daily smh 🤦🏽‍♀️.

Me, being able to continue this abhorrent behavior, without reproach or getting chastised, gave rise to my second book “Sister Sistah Connection”, where I expound upon breaking the generational curse, and mothers doing better with their daughters, and watching over them.

Unfortunately, my mother and her mother wasn’t close at all, which caused my mother and I, to be horribly estranged; all the way up until she passed, and although I hate like crazy, that she went to her grave, without us making amends, I hate more that I was violated as a child (on her watch), and now have a huge problem with intercourse regularly; causing my husband to feel inferior and invalidated. We can be in that session for hours, but I’ll still need to masturbate, before I feel fulfilled.

But, back to my daughters, and the importance of the book. I was, have always been and will forever be convinced, that my mother failed me, and allowed that (the sexual abuse) to happen to me, was merely because she never connected with me, as a caring and protective mother should have. But, I was determined to do differently by my girls and I have taught my daughters to meticulously watch over my granddaughters, and that can only occur, by annihilating the ridiculous curse, that seemingly has a stronghold on the females in my family, that causes them to hate each other longterm, which in turn stands in the way of the women appropriately rearing up the little girls, and that stupidity only leaves them vulnerable to the possibility, that they could haphazardly end up like me. Something I refuse to stand by allow (Not on my watch).