The Reader of the week contest has been going great so far with readers like you participating! Last week, we had Erotica! That certainly started things off right! This week we turn to a real life story about last weeks winner, SexyLady. I think it’s so important to share our stories with others so that we all can learn from different experiences. I want to thank SexyLady for the courage to tell her story and for her willingness to share it with all of us. Please take a moment and read this story. You’ll be glad you did.

I wasn’t raised in what some may call a “traditional” household. I was raised with two mom’s. Today in some areas of the world, this may not be anything to think about, but in the 70’s and 80’s, it didn’t go over very well. Walking home from school was usually followed by sounds of laughter and name calling, such as “you mom is a honkey dike”. Since I was mixed that brought even more hatred my way. My mother’s partner was very abusive and this went on for years. By the time I was 14 years old, I became pregnant and started my not so glamourous drug addiction, as typically portrayed today by hollywood starlets. I self identified as a lesbian, but I still dated men in order to keep this secret I was so used to hiding. During my journey on the road to self destruction, not only did I lose my sense of self worth, but also my children. Fast forward through the blurred years of bad choices and trying to overcome the addiction, my children are now seperated from myself and each other. My two oldest children experienced the most of the heartache and pain of my drug use. MY oldest is living with my mother and my six year old was adopted. I also have two twins who I am currently fighting for.

I have been clean for almost a year and it is a struggle everyday. I work with an agency that helps those who have addictions and are living on the streets. I hope that with my experiences, they can see that it’s no way for anyone to live, especially children. I consider myself a survivor and that I still have alot of mistakes to make up for, especially with my children. But I have faith in myself that I can make it through. It is with faith in myself and support from those around me that help get me through. I have learned to live for today and I will not take advantage of the fact that there may not be a tomorrow. My name is Kesha and I am a survivor.

I want to thank Kesha for her honest and up close and personal look into the struggles she has faced in her life. If you find yourself with similar problems, please find a way to get the help you need. There are alot of agencies out there that can help. Take it from Kesha who knows what its like. Thanks so much for sharing Kesha. Keep on fighting! We love you!