Why I Don’t Vaguepost When I’m Sad
Like anyone else, I hit bad patches. I get sad. Run into trouble inside my own head.
I had a particularly awful spell a little while back, brought on by some work I was doing sorting through childhood trauma. The kind of thing that’s always with me but is normally tucked away in tightly sealed boxes in some remote corner of my brain. » Read more
Why is it such a controversial thing to be sex-positive? a reader writes. The more I grow and age, the more I think that’s what I need to be.
When I was very little, my mother decided she wanted me to be her sidekick. » Read more
I remember the first time I slept with someone who actually cared about my pleasure. The way they moved their hands over my body, the way they monitored my face to see if I liked what they were doing. The way they actually even asked what I liked.
It felt good, » Read more
Content Warning: Sex Positivity as Coercion
Today’s piece is a guest blog post from Fluffy, an academic in-training, who is studying organizational behavior in hopes of making the world a better place.
This is the seventh article they’ve contributed to Poly.Land (wow!). Here are the others:
- I’m Too Anxious to Be Jealous
- Everything I’ve Ever Learned About Non-Monogamy My Puppy Taught Me All Over Again
- Is There a Right Time or Way to Break Up a Relationship?
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“Page, how are you doing?” she asks, and before I can answer, she adds. “You know, it’s really been too long.”
“Oh you’re probably right,” I say. “Fair warning: My sense of time has been all messed up lately. I think that things that happened 6 months ago just happened and that last week was last year.” » Read more
“Let’s see how many orgasms I can give you,” he says. “My previous record is nine in one night. But I’d like to try and top that.”
I stiffen. He isn’t talking about me when he references his record. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s implied that I’m in sexual competition with some unknown mystery woman. » Read more
[Please note that I wrote a follow-up post to this one: For the record, I think slut shaming is bad.]
I was raised in a house where work ethic was lauded as the highest virtue. My father was away for weeks at a time on work trips. When he was in town, » Read more
It’s happy hour at the bar with Skyspook’s coworkers. I’m his designated driver and feeling a bit out of place as a plus one. Most of the people there I’m meeting for the first time, and they’re nice enough, so I do my best to chat with them.
I’m relieved when Skyspook’s boss walks up to me since we’ve met in the past and talked before. » Read more
“So I ran into someone you know while I was at the mall today,” my roommate Noah said.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Who?”
He said the name of a theater director I knew. A friend of a close friend.
“Nice,” I said. “How’s he doing anyway? I haven’t talked to him in ages.” » Read more
When Sweetness Is the Whole Problem
“I feel bad about being so upset with her,” she says. “She hasn’t really done anything wrong herself.”
I nod. “I was really surprised to hear you were having trouble with her. She’s so sweet. Not the sort of person I would ever imagine getting under your skin.” » Read more