When I was a kid the wind was sometimes terrifying. It would move furniture around in the backyard and knock branches into my window.
Category: Self-Discovery
I don’t ask for promises anymore
Excuses piled on top of excuses wouldn't change the fact that their base-level word was not enough, and their promises were fragile at best.
Are we there yet?
When I look back on my life, I can think of a few moments when I was "there" and managed to appreciate it.
“Calling people out” can be “Educating”
I was horrified that I'd been using what amounted to a racial or cultural slur since I was a kid without knowledge.
So, how does it work? (more poly stuff)
If you haven't figured it out yet, there's someone special in my life. (Cue the fanfare) But, here's the fun part, he's someone special in more than just my life. That's right: phi, the poster child for monogamites everywhere, is dating a polyamorous guy. (womp womp) Soooooo.....once upon a time I wrote this about my… Continue reading So, how does it work? (more poly stuff)
The distance between want and need
I used to describe myself as "needy," and have since stopped using that qualifier, because I'm not needy. I'm very "wanty."
A Superficial but Relevant Take on Self-Love: (Or, How My Mom Mommy-Dommed Me Into Loving Myself)
She knew this was something I had to be forced to recognize as a priority, because living as the codependent caregiver for a depressed hoarder, I'd not been one for a long, long time.
Frequently Answered Questions about my life with genital herpes (updated)
My period is more of a nuisance. It happens every month and has far worse side effects.
What Hurts? (A Fetlife Challenge)
The only pain I receive now is the pain I seek. The slaps, the bites, the scratching as rope is pulled taut across my skin. The kind of hurt that results in the indulgent satisfaction of surrender.
When words get weird
It used to be so easy to say "I love you." For more than a decade I could say it whenever I felt it, knowing it would be received well. And what did it mean, anyway? That I care. That their happiness is valued. That their sadness affects me. That I want good things for… Continue reading When words get weird
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