Once upon a time I thought I was telepathic. No, not really, but once upon a time, I behaved as though the men I was interested in could read my mind. With a look or a series of hints, I could convey my desires and they'd have the option to either make them happen or… Continue reading Using my words
I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities
I was really excited when I reached my 100th follower on this blog some time around its one-year anniversary. It's somewhere around 130 now. Over on FetLife, where all this got started, I have a lot of interaction in comments and likes, but here the stats are pretty moderate. Once in a while something I… Continue reading My Sally Field Moment: Or “Holy Shit, I’ve been nominated!”
My brother spends more time with my dad by virtue of having kids. My niece and nephew see their grandparents at least once a week when they're in town, and even if they're not in town, they're face-timing and on the phone from afar. I, only having cats, do not have the responsibility of ensuring… Continue reading A message for the disenfranchised conservatives
He'd known he wasn't wired like his friends halfway through freshman year in college. It was three days after his midterms while they were blowing off steam when he admitted having had a threesome during a drunken game of "never have I ever" to his buddies. "DAAAMNN MIKEEEYYY!" The chorus of hollers and high fives… Continue reading Mysterious Mikey
I heard a quote yesterday during a conference. The key note speaker called it out as his favorite quote. We "comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable." I just saw a friend on twitter lament over a post on facebook asking "why does everything have to be about race?" And...yeah. Because it is. But it's… Continue reading Afflicting the Comfortable
Dear Dad, I don't know how well I can write this. Rather, I know I can write it well - I just don't know if I could write it well enough to get through to you. For as long as I can remember, I have chosen the path of non-engagement when it comes to discussing… Continue reading Dear Dad
When talking about polystuff, I've often heard (or read) that "time is finite; love is not." When someone has multiple partners, the amount of time they can spend with any particular one is going to have limitations, because there is time they want and should spend with another one. However, time is not a useful… Continue reading Time and the Diamond Trade
Content warning: Suicide & Depression* *This all happened yesterday. The friend I speak about in this post has been found alive, and has made a decision to get help. We're all very relieved and supportive. I'm leaving this post the way I wrote it before we knew for sure. A friend posted his suicide note… Continue reading Where your friends call home
I've had a delightfully polyfocused weekend. Thursday, my friend and metamour Elre came over. We cooked dinner together (or, rather, I cored, peeled, and sliced the apple and ey did everything else, including searing the pork chop and prepping and roasting the butternut squash). Then we watched the premiere of Dancing With the Stars (and… Continue reading Of Sharts and Friends
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