Truth salad thrown up like vomit after eating mushrooms, that’s what it’s like to talk with me. Somewhere between trauma at a young age paralyzing my body and genes riddled with addiction teaching me how to behave, I learned my fate is to be ‘Hopelessly Inappropriate’ and that’s how my best friends know me. Instead of overtalking and finding my foot in my mouth constantly, I began writing to embrace new ways to be fun and sexy. Hopelessly Inappropriate borne from anxiety seeks to hide from reality using fantasy. Yep, that’s me.