Crying is the way my tears write prose on my face.
Category: Self-Discovery
Can I need it?
"But as soon as I know it's an option, I start to want it. I know I don't need it, but I wonder....CanI need it?"
Harsh Light
I grew up wearing a mask, but now that I've been on my own for so long - putting the mask back on for three days on is uncomfortable.
Who is phi?
...I write about kinky shit. Mostly. If you were to really boil it down to its essence, I write about feelings.
I will not break
Life tried to break me and I got stronger.
Another blog on what it means to be “beautiful”
Was growing up a chubby, acne-ridden, braces-having, bad-perm-sporting, outsider part of what has formed my opinion on the meaning of beauty?
Why I think you want to hurt me
...my body cannot lie when you strike me. It recoils. It shivers and squirms and my flesh reddens in protest.
Emotional Power Exchange
Because once I give consent, it gets very difficult for me to say the word "no." It becomes way too easy for someone to add to that emotional pain bank that I can withdraw from when I let my emotions top me back.
Schrodinger’s Baggage
There's that weird spot again, between being a mother and not. I've never given birth. I've never changed a diaper. But I know what it is to worry when your child has a need and you're in charge of providing for it.
polyammering 