Truth Wears Lipstick

She Blurs the Lines and Kisses You On the Mouth. (Confessions, Vol. 1)

Welcome to The Lair. This is Confessions, Volume 1 — where fact, fiction, and fantasy blur, and the only thing you can trust… is how it makes you feel.

You want a confession?

Alright. Here’s one.

Sometimes I still crave the chaos.

The lipstick-smeared nights. The bodies. The lies I told myself to survive.

You think reinvention erases memory? Baby… my lips remember everything.

But don’t get it twisted.

I chose this. I built this — with grit, glamor, and the ghosts of a hundred past lives.

And maybe I’m not as healed as I look.

Maybe she only comes out when I’m alone — when no one’s watching.

That side — the wild one, the one who danced for dollars and kissed men like they were my last breath.

Maybe I miss her sometimes.

Maybe I still talk to the girl I used to be when no one’s listening.

So yeah — this is Confessions.

Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the fake, and not for the ones clinging to old cages.

And definitely not for the ones who want me quiet.

Stay tuned for the next confession.

I’m just getting started.

—Naked Fat Cat