Having moved a cat cross country once before, I knew what I was in for when setting out on the long drive from Ohio to Texas. The awful noises I would be subjected to.
Cats aren’t like dogs. Unless they’re specifically trained to develop tolerance for it, cats despise car rides. And they aren’t shy about letting you know their displeasure. » Read more
Today’s article is a guest post by Fay Creature.
Fay Creature has been practicing polyamory since 1998 and kink since 2003. She is queer – in sexuality, gender, and her approach to relationships, power exchange, and BDSM.
She previously contributed “Managing a D/s Dynamic When Your Partner Faces Mental Health Challenges.” » Read more
I’ve always been a fan of before and after photos. I was fed a steady diet of them — weight loss progress photos, sure, since those are everywhere.
But I’ve also seen them a lot in regard to home makeovers: Room renovations, redecorating attempts, organizing efforts. In this context, before and after photos are such magic. » Read more
It’s been interesting preparing for a cross-country move on a short timeframe. My partner Justin and I have been thrust into a variety of cooperative tasks. And while we’ve lived together for eight years and have even run a business together, the very nature of fixing up our house (so we can sell it quickly and for a good listing price) and packing on such a tight time frame has given me opportunities to understand him and his thought processes in a novel way. » Read more
Jazz ballads are typically very sad. Full of longing. Unrequited love.
As such, they were a perfect frame for my teenage years.
Surrounded by prettier girls who always seemed to have more luck than I did in dating, I was a dirty secret backup plan for them. The gay tryst in darkness. » Read more
“I really worry about you,” she said. “You’re so insecure. So in need of reassurance. So weak.”
I blinked my eyes twice in slow motion, feeling a wave of shock wash over me. True, I’ve always been a sensitive person. This wasn’t the first time in my life someone had said something like this to me. » Read more
One woman pushed hard for labels.
The other didn’t even want to go there. Wasn’t looking for anything serious, she said.
They sounded like they were looking for drastically different things. And yet they both dropped off the face of the earth so easily.
One abruptly sent a breakup text full of cliches — » Read more
“I don’t get it,” she says. “I’m a nice person. I try really hard. Say what I mean. Mean what I say. Keep my promises.”
I nod. “You do. It’s one of the things I love most about you. You’re reliable, a rare quality today. It’s Flake City out there.”
She nods. » Read more
I don’t know if there’s one typical way to grow up, but I’m sometimes told by the people closest to me that I grew up in pretty unusual circumstances. I wrote about it at more length in earlier essays (for example, this one), but the short version is that in the 90s, » Read more
In an earlier piece, I wrote about the homing pigeon effect, i.e., “good things are hard to screw up.”
Good relationships typically feel very easy in the beginning. A mix of the biochemical attachment cocktail of New Relationship Energy and actual compatibility washes over any small flaws that would otherwise jump right out. » Read more