In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.
Quinn has written 378 posts for "Raw" She Said


All – Over the next few days / weeks, I will be shutting this blog down. In 2013, when I started “Raw,” She Said, I was so far removed from myself that I had no way to speak to the people in my life. I was a workaholic, a functional alcoholic, constantly sleep-deprived; I used working … Continue reading


I walk.

Soft as adamantium

It’s crazy…people think I’m soft, soft like a pillow but deep inside – wait, no, just underneath the surface I am hard, hard like metal Hard like steel Titanium Adamantium So hard it may as well be unreal (I’m not real) I drink. I can drink. I do drink; drink rivers Drink waterfalls Drink like … Continue reading

Underneath the surface

It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading

Things that do not matter

The number of likes you get on Instagram. The number of likes or reactions you get on Facebook. The number of retweets or favorites you get on Twitter. The number of snaps you get on Snapchat. The number of followers you get on Tumblr. The number of [blank] you get on [random social media tool/engine/WMD] … Continue reading

Just a week

Some times all it takes is just a week. Being home puts you in familiar places and familiar places call, to the heart and to the mind, familiar habits. In other words, it is easy to do exactly the same thing you have always done if you stay in exactly the same place, surrounded by … Continue reading

to embrace chaos

When I was growing up, my father was frugal. By time I reached adulthood, frugal had shifted into cheap, and not too long after that, fallen right off the cliff into stingy. And I hated it. We often grow up to emulate or to oppose our parental figures and in that one particular area, and it … Continue reading

For who could ever love a beast?

When I watch a television show, I see a movie, or a read a book, I always root for: The Evil Queen / Regina (Once Upon A Time) The Beast (Beauty and the Beast) Alex Karev (Grey’s Anatomy) Arusigawa Juri (Utena) And so on and so forth. I always root for…the Beast. Why is that? … Continue reading

Love and self

“[I must get over] the idea that the value of love rises as the self dwindles.” — Susan Sontag the strength of love is not at the expense of identity and self

Sever the stem

If I could sever my brain from my body I wonder what the outcome I wonder what I would say yes to I wonder from what I would run If I close my eyes And shut off my thoughts I sink into the pleasure Of you Not of your slick body Not of the outpourings … Continue reading

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

June 2018
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