This time of year has a tendency to present the perfect conditions for me to question everything about my life. It's not a great time for me to be alone, but it's when my instincts tell me to withdraw from having to be present anywhere where I have to put on a mask to hide what's going on inside.
There's a little voice in my head that asks "Why do you feel like you have anything more/different to offer than anybody else who is already doing it?"
This week has been extra-specially rough on my emotional state for many reasons, one of which is the expiration date of my time in this house. I hadn't cried about it yet until last night. Last night the tears came. Last night I said the words out loud, "I hope I made the right decision,"… Continue reading How far I’ll go
I went to sleep when my candidate suggested that we do so. I can understand her not wanting us to be awake to bear witness to the hour in which she conceded this election to a reality television show star. But, I woke up a few hours later and couldn't help it. I refreshed the… Continue reading 3:00 AM; November 9, 2016
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.
"You don't scare me." She held his gaze, holding very still.
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