Read my essay on the relationship with endo, the uterus, the female and sexual trauma. The Uterus: A Relationship Explored. Part 1
Author Archives: Stella McHugh
Good Enough?
Good enough. Is what you give meand I give yougoodenough? I want to leave you –looking outward through glass. Your gaze turnedto girlsfull of chatter,observefemale handtuck hairbehind ear,crossslender footover other,movement that tiltspelvis in rhythmicconversation. Lostin male observationin the midst offemale banterbehind glass. Then –you’ll leave our crafted hearton the station floor, your hushed scuffed scatteredContinue reading “Good Enough?”
Thoughts…
Healing. The thing about healing child abuse is that is confronting. When I first started healing, this confronting nature was rejected by society – at that time, there was an endless focus on family, normal and happiness. Confronting child abuse was what other people did. Today, we see an outpouring of emotion about sexual assault,Continue reading “Thoughts…”
Art by Stella McHugh
This is what violence feels like https://stellamchughwrites.com/portfolio/
Joan of Arc
12 year old girl Maid of Orleans OMD 1981 Theres’s man touching my clitoris – I know it’s called a clitoris because I looked at in the mirror. My sister told me I should look at my vagina in the mirror. I did as she said. I sat legs astride pulled the skin back saw inContinue reading “Joan of Arc”
Castlegate
Castlegate Castlegate. The word silently rolls around the interior of my mouth. I practice its formation in my mind before I let the sound slip from the angular contortion made by my lips. The vowel is pronounced flat, Castlegate: suggesting something simple and improper about this inconspicuous dot, small and black, that sits in isolationContinue reading “Castlegate”
All of you…
I know you all find it hard to read or think about what I have gone through. I know this. Do not worry – that is okay. What I want you to know is this… I am a fully functioning adult, I have been through every healing therapy known to heal all the damage inContinue reading “All of you…”
Prostitute.Child.Girl.
From the age of 13 to15, I lived a vagrant life on the streets of a small Northern town. Fleeing a violent psychopathic father: I had no choice but to seek hedonistic escape in pubs and clubs. Men of ages beyond my comprehension were only too willing to trade my offer of myself, willingly –Continue reading “Prostitute.Child.Girl.”
Tattoo Love
Tattoo Love Theirs was a love of crushed beer cans with peeling beige paint and hair tangled in loose broken twigs. He’d carved her name on soft skin at the incline of his right hip: Stace. Some declaration of love. Her nails bore the remnants of blue and green chipped varnish. Shorn ridges, bitten aroundContinue reading “Tattoo Love”
Endometriosis – A life Lived
Read my intro to my unique story on a life lived with endometriosis and how I dealt with the devastation it brought into my life. https://stellamchughwrites.com/endometriosis-a-story-of-life-lived/
I know
I know I know the sexyou had beforeme – was the type –where: she stoodexposingher clitorisfrom theother side ofthe room. Pouting –Pornography –ExclaimingCan you come ? You – in the other corneron your kneespenis in hand. I see –the distancebetween your penishand and her pulledback fingers. Like neither ofyou have beenshownSexLoveConnection. She makes you bellycrawloverContinue reading “I know”
That Aint My Dog…
That Aint My Dog… And the black girls sit on the wall as an ambulance pulls up on the road behind their backs. Oblivious, they sit pulling at their hair, jumping forward when talking, making overt gestures for No! and Yeah! The girl in the pink top with Dream 1969 blazoned across her chest picksContinue reading “That Aint My Dog…”
Map.
Map Do you have a map ?Mine are crumpledfolded wrong, upside down –covers dog eared, place names unclear –Now a days. If – I took my long metal ruler,ripped creased map pages along the sharp edge-left them on the table – You could place each one-arrange inorder that rejectsthis old geography.Form a new landscapewhereneither ofContinue reading “Map.”
Are We
Are we? Are we reduced tosolitary states of isolation.Where neitherhave skill or toolto form relationships. Iwantto avoid the wholepainful mess –Go on holiday – fly around the globewith one steady wingdropping to earth – as I see fit –Sit in sunned stone courtyard Wondering –If you are at a morning tablelifting the newspaper andtea cupContinue reading “Are We”
I Saw You
I Saw You I saw you,my old love –Standing –As we didOn Wilberforce Road. The place whereWe talked ofOur childrenNever born.And how –You’d be aLousy father. How we laughedWalked – tipsy –Unknowing. We held one another – in wide smilesembracedlike goodfriends.Looked at myOther loveAcross the road. Said, that is the manSaid, but you are noContinue reading “I Saw You”
Waiting Room
Waiting Room. I did not build this roomcraftedfrom my history by your mind. A bus stationwaiting roomfrom my hometown. One row of theatre seats before ahigh wooden counter.Where teenage girls arrive in noisy rushletting warm air out and cold in. Bags hanging from theirclasped fists, collapse onto seats, fits of smiles and silly banter. ForContinue reading “Waiting Room”
Me and You
Me and You I’ve put all the clothes I’d wearInto the wardrobe –hung them on hangers,brushed out the creases,closed the door.Placed the tinykey on the dressing-table –for you whenthe house abandonedechoing and empty of me. There will always be partsto take out, look at, admire.Feel the weight of fabric, examineseamstress sown hemsand cuffs.Silks, tweeds andContinue reading “Me and You”
Baggage
Baggage Your careless motherwounds –my savagefather –propels usto grey clouds. Off our heads –Our damage spiralling above. Our love amagnetic field –if I turn from you or you turn from meeither will be propelled by ions –rendered specks of shiny dust thatI can blow from my handleaving itempty. Your back – to my facegives riseContinue reading “Baggage”
My Mother
Women I wonder what you knowof women.You claim to. My motherHad a large bosomNever showed itTo all and sundry. The only timeWas when she woreV – neck, light blue crimplene,Men would make her smile, she’dthrow her head back in fitsOf laughter my fathernever gave. My Auntshe woreEstee LauderPowdered her nosefrom a gold mirroredCase – herContinue reading “My Mother”
Devoid
MaybeGod has playedsome trick on meAlways –Devoid of love My familySweptto a distantshore.A placeI have no map for. Left me dislocatedAlonewithout walls A storm likeNo other. The oceanI wept-Still –never enough. Tried torepair myselfwith old threadOn spoolLeft by myMother.Threaded the needlein the dark.Felt the sharp endedpoint draw tiny specs ofwet warm blood. Was it inContinue reading “Devoid”
A Christmas Psychosis
A Christmas Psychosis. Everybody’s talking about Christmas. How they are going to spend time with their families. I won’t be. I haven’t done for many years. Why? A good question. One I’m not even sure I can answer. I don’t have one, a family of my own and I don’t have one I belong to.Continue reading “A Christmas Psychosis”
Endometriosis and Infertility:such unwanted and uninvited guests.
I can’t begin to tell you how I feel about my fertility. No oneprepares you for infertility. Rather, from the start you’re preparedfor fertility. In fact, you have to do the opposite of being all thingsfertile. The truth is people have children all the time – no one givesa fig that you don’t or can’tContinue reading “Endometriosis and Infertility:such unwanted and uninvited guests.”
Sister
I wish you’d told me-How much it’dhurt whenyou left meforever. A place –we both knew. Remember – whereOur mother left. You atop of thegreen carpet of stairs,worn when our feet were little.Going up to bed and bouncing downfor breakfast, then school.Me at the foot – holdingmy mother’s hand.Her breath unableto fill the wordsShe said. YouContinue reading “Sister”
Shielded
I wish I could dismantle thisarmour – It’s too big for me,too hard and heavy. I’d never choose it in a shop.The shape’s all wrong. The edges too sharp,the style too manly.I’m sure my Dad slipped it over my headwhen I was a girl. In slumber. Lifted my back with his large hand – sleepyContinue reading “Shielded”
The Blast
You – laid on the groundwound gapingand bloodied –dark blackskinshattered andhanging-weightless. You – oblivious.No thoughtforstitching.Been with you so longit’s unrecognisable. No one noticedtil I came along.Pointed withmy finger –while you saton a parkbench, arm restedalong the back. Your disbelief –like your head issevered from your neck .That my eyescaused the cavernousblack bloodied hole. ‘Everyone else…neverContinue reading “The Blast”
Shoulder
Maybe –My loveWill impactWhen I have gone. You – left.Lookingover your shoulder – Always –Me – No longer there. Your head twistsneck cricks – swiftswell of skinand mouth ajar: Howl. That – the giftof me leaving.Will allow youTo love.
Matter
You tell me – In all the thingsyou’ve had inyour lifeI matter less –than A passed coffee cup.A jolt against someone inthe streetA glance over your shoulderout of a stranger’s gate. Don’t tell meI am no one.That I don’tmatter in the world. I gave you Bukowski’sWomen – Ted HughesCrow. Don’t ever tell me I amContinue reading “Matter”
Boy
There is a boysleeping on my rug.Blue.I’ve brought him homethrown a blanket overhis face,leaving his feet exposedlike Dorothy’s witch.
Women and Girls
What do you know of women?I ask myself – wonder why.This bedraggled manbefore me –ActingLike everything in the worldIsAlright. Mouth full of wordsMakes his cheeks, puffedOut stuffed – rammed stiffWords a girl said. Sounds like rubbishSpewing from his mouth. Wonder how any womanCan speak such wordsLook after girls. Three little fingers holdOnto yours.Hair straight fallsContinue reading “Women and Girls”
Soldier
We – A month I neglected tolook atyou –you begged me –like without my eyesyou don’texist. You’re dressedin blackT-shirt, jeans,broad shouldersfill out your leather jacket. You look un-ironed Your hipsslim slippedinto black jeanswith white knees faded. Your stomach – guarded.Below your sternum:A soldier wound –A gaping – blownapart, cavernous hole. I know it exists. SeenContinue reading “Soldier”