And now, for a little levity. Over on FetLife, I posted a "challenge" of sorts. Here's what happened. I was chatting away when all of a sudden, the words "my vagina has a theme song" popped into my head. I thought it would make for a GREAT title for a blog post, but didn't really… Continue reading My Vagina Has a Theme Song
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
First, I'll establish my credentials: I'm a monogamous (or mono-amorous) person in a relationship with a polyamorous man. My monogamy is my choice, not necessarily his preference just as his polyamory is his choice, not necessarily my preference. We've been at it for just over a year now and it's going really swell. I have,… Continue reading Change your Cookbook: A monogamuggle’s guide to cookin’ with polyfolk
When I miss him, I ask if I can "see" him and he sends me a selfie. I was still three days away from seeing him again. He sent me a selfie. He was smiling in it. "is that smile for me?" I asked him. "The smile. The photo. The excitement." I grinned. "Oh, but… Continue reading One Lucky Whore
A moment without context: She felt the palm of his hand flatten against the back of her neck as his fingers, entwined in her still-damp hair, grabbed hold and pulled her back. Within seconds, she was on her hands and knees with her face pressed into the cushion - his strong grip holding her… Continue reading Moments and Context: Part Writing Exercise. Part Smut.
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