Today would have been my sixth wedding anniversary. Those of you who have been following along know the implications of that sentence. Or, rather, you probably think you know. I barely understand the implications of that sentence. On the drive home last night, I realized that where will come a time (approximately two years from… Continue reading In which I win at life
Fantasy Spaces: Dungeon Aftercare Zone
Had a really interesting discussion last night about what an awesome benefit it would be to have designated "aftercare" spaces in public dungeons. Not only would this benefit people who are still coming off the rush of an intense scene, it would also benefit those who find themselves in the socially awkward position of interrupting… Continue reading Fantasy Spaces: Dungeon Aftercare Zone
A lesser man would have used the word “brat”
I have a hard time with the term "brat." I also have a hard time observing "brats." I've written about this issue before (on fetlife), but suffice it to say - "Brat" is a trigger for me. But I'm not a pushover. I'm not a door mat. And partners in the past have made the… Continue reading A lesser man would have used the word “brat”
The Polyamorous Boogeyman
They're like condoms for poly-style relationships. They might help keep you safe, but the only way to really be sure is abstinence from relationships entirely.
Dirty Thoughts
When I use the handle to wash out my cunt, I know how much of what I'm rinsing out is the slick wet remainder of every thought of you that crosses my mind.
I Dream of Poly
It was the first time I'd encountered Tony in a dream since his death that wasn't laced with fear, angst, anger, or disappointment.
Confession Time
And so began the little game where he's Peter Parker to the clown's Spiderman. He knows how to summon him. But he's totally not him.
Zombie Porn
I wanted to fuck him, but I swear it was like his skull kept calling out to me. "Smash me! Smash me!"
I don’t wonder
And on this one in a billion moment when an arbitrary product of billions of years of evolution picked to be the start of just one of another billion years to come... You chose to be with me.
Love Letter
Though it may not be with words, we communicate mountains when our eyes meet for long, soulful, deep conversations.
