I would never have to enjoy my life without him. I would have my pepperoni forever. He made me happy. He loved me. I loved him. This whole pizza thing was making me hungry and confused.
I can't fucking wait to see where this decade takes me.
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.
I have such a visceral reaction to the phrase "put my other relationship on hold" in the poly discussion groups. It's usually a phrase uttered when the following scenario applies: The hinge in a "vee" has developed a solid and happy relationship with one partner that going swell, but everything in their additional relationship is… Continue reading Putting relationships on “hold”
This post was inspired by a couple of posts I saw on FetLife about being attracted to a person by the books on their bookcase. Since I don't want to link to someone's blog there without permission, and he hasn't yet posted them publicly - for now, that's as much attribution as I'll give for… Continue reading My Bookshelf Brings All the Boys to the Yard
"My partner is extremely jealous. He cheats on me. He locks his phone but insists I keep mine unlocked and that he's allowed to check it whenever he likes. I can't be friends on facebook with any men who aren't related to me, I can never talk to any of my exes, and he is… Continue reading The Consequences of Consequence Free Devotion
Is there a better museum for rare and priceless experiences than words on a page? I could try to preserve all the details - how we began, how many strikes from which implements, how he moved me about the room, how taut the rope felt on my skin, and the way my thighs ached as… Continue reading The Exhibit
I got to play last night.
...maybe it's something I always do, the counting.
He'd been driving at least an hour to get to my house. He'd told me before he left that he'd want a shower upon arrival, so I responded that I'd wait to take mine with him. He also usually wanted a drink, and sometimes a smoke. And at some point, we were going to have… Continue reading What’s next?