Once or twice a year I let my mind wander and imagine what it would be like to have another romantic relationship in addition to the amazing one I'm already in.
I would never have to enjoy my life without him. I would have my pepperoni forever. He made me happy. He loved me. I loved him. This whole pizza thing was making me hungry and confused.
This post was inspired by a couple of posts I saw on FetLife about being attracted to a person by the books on their bookcase. Since I don't want to link to someone's blog there without permission, and he hasn't yet posted them publicly - for now, that's as much attribution as I'll give for… Continue reading My Bookshelf Brings All the Boys to the Yard
I won't have been the first person to write this, nor will I likely be the last. I, like so many others, am just one of the many who - in shedding some of the (perhaps unintentional) burdens laid upon my psyche by the patriarchal system that dominates our society - has come to regard… Continue reading On Compliments
We all suffer, in varying degrees and for different reasons - but we all suffer.
Are you trying to make a change in your life? Acknowledged some bad habits and are doing the work to address their sources and make adjustments to overcome them? There's something that's not in the "self-improvement" manual that I think you should know. There are people in your periphery who are going to be hard-pressed… Continue reading Addendum to the self-improvement manual
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.