The first time I got off on being used as furniture, I was 17 years old.
It was at my best friend N’s 18th birthday party. Her parents had converted their basement into an awesome entertaining room – complete with a full bar and bear skin rug. On other occasions, N and I would sneak down there, » Read more
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Recently, I had the opportunity to speak with a woman in the process of leaving an abusive relationship. I met her at a bar, brought there by a mutual friend who thought the two of us would benefit from talking to one another. » Read more
This past Christmas, Skyspook gave me a Kindle Touch. Every year, his employer lets them choose a gift from the company from a list of options, and this year, he selected the e-reader and gave it to me along with a gift card to buy accessories and books for it.
When I received the Kindle, » Read more
I mentioned a few posts back about a writing project I’ve undertaken, a book, a memoir.
It’s an odd feeling writing this book. The person I’ve been spending the most time with lately is the me of 2009. Somehow I feel I owe her an apology. I guess the book is that apology. » Read more
A few days ago, I became aware that someone I was friendly with back in Maine was silently following me on social media. She’d posted a random comment, and a few minutes later, I had figured out who she was. The language and attitude were unmistakably her, and the profile pictures, although they didn’t show her face, » Read more
I didn’t stop. I focused on my breath, my counting, pressed down harder on the pavement, letting the tension propel my body forward.
The neighbor dude was boring holes into me with his eyes, gaping, his face clearly reading an expression of disbelief. It could have been one of any number of reasons. » Read more
Got an abusive partner or ex-partner who keeps trying to get under your skin by telling you how crazy you are, calling you a psycho? Try this one on for size: “Yeah, I’m psycho. If I’m psycho, then you’re a hallucination because the only reason I’m crazy is I keep seeing you.” » Read more
There is something so powerful about holding someone fragile in your arms when you feel the most frail, the pretense and judgement slipping away, saying, “Yes, I forgive you. Yes, I understand you. Yes, I believe you,” and having it echo back to you in a way that is just original enough that it startles you because for a mere moment you had connected with someone so powerfully that you had almost forgotten you existed separate from one another. » Read more
It was an odd situation. There I was, surrounded by three people who told me, readily, constantly that they loved me, and I had rarely felt less supported, more cornered.
It had started with shopping followed by dinner and drinks: A pitcher of margaritas, radioactive green, cheap as hell, and a la pokemon, » Read more
I dreamt last night that, completely unbeknownst to me, everyone and I mean, literally everyone was hiding a giant roll of fat under their clothes. It was funny that I hadn’t seen it before. It had always been that way. The pannus was not uncommon, loose abdominal aprons of skin that hung practically to the knees. » Read more