It came from the playground…?
January 22, 2011
We were all children at one point. The last few days, I’ve been considering the idea that D/s mimics a lot of social interplay in
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Body Acceptance
January 15, 2011
It’s been a crazy couple of years socially speaking. A year and a half ago, my husband and I opened our marriage. A few months
“Useful”
January 8, 2011
Why do I crave what many others would consider abuse? Is it for the pain? The freedom from my own identity that comes from reflexive
Out
September 21, 2010
I came out about my sexual orientation to my mother today. It started when we were talking about one of my friends from college. “You
my earliest introductions to the concept of formal non-monogamy
September 15, 2010
1998: On my own at UMass Amherst for the summer, I make friends with a hippie gentleman in his late 50’s (a jazz violinist) who
Losing Control
August 7, 2010
Having safe sex with women can be pretty tricky. Oh, the condom! Why must you be so inapplicable to my efforts to sex up the
afternoon nap
July 18, 2010
I took a short nap this afternoon during a break from work and had a dream that I was playing the piano, a piece in
I have a pressing need to talk, and yet I’m terrified.
July 17, 2010
Silence disturbs me. I grew up attached to the hip of a mother who chattered incessantly. Mostly to me, sometimes to herself, often into the
I don’t like being compared to other people.
July 12, 2010
When I was in the first grade, my teacher had a poster on the wall of our classroom she had made titled “King of the
The Messiah Complex
February 8, 2009
1. Just about everyone else in my family is Catholic (except for a few crazy uncles we were never allowed to associate with except for
Today Nintendo, Tomorrow the World
January 23, 2009
1988: My grandmother woke us in the middle of the night. I saw her standing there in the hallway in her velvet bathrobe looking quite
January 22, 2009
I’m the hyper, nauseatingly precocious kid in all the snaps, wearing an evening gown at the breakfast table, correcting my mother’s grammar in a Grover
