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I had written recently about the possibility that I’d regret cutting ties with my friends back in Maine when Ex-Husband and I divorced.
It’s timely that this week Ex-Husband shot me a Facebook request, and I accepted.
It’s been quite an eye opening experience. I was thinking there’d be some residual feelings that would be stirred reading his updates, » Read more
The other morning, I woke to the feel of Skyspook’s arms, my own voice murmuring I loved him, his happy sighs, nuzzling each other, kissing. Our bodies were intertwined, a single flat sheet wrapped around us.
Neither of us knows who started it, who woke the other up. Whoever initiated the affection was surely asleep when it happened. » Read more
Soon, I’m going back to school. Skyspook’s work life and career are absolutely crazy these days. I’m going to have new responsibilities as a full-time student, and with Skyspook so busy, my domestic duties will be even more crucial. As we’re shifting into a new phase as a couple, it’s tough to know precisely what is expected of me. » Read more
I’ve realized my major problem as a writer, what holds me back more than anything.
Self-consciousness, that pesky inner critic who will not shut the fuck up.
I find I do best when I can really just focus on the task in hand and not generate a band of hecklers in my head. » Read more
There is no such thing as a lover’s oath.
Plato
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I’ve written a bit about my dating patterns in past relationships:
I limited my sights to those who approached me, no matter how underwhelmed I was by their character, their accomplishments, their insights. I based my level of interest on their level of interest and once in a relationship would work desperately to foster reciprocal emotions. » Read more
Tom Lehrer was the Weird Al Yankovic of the 50’s and 60’s. Ran into this song in one of Skyspook’s Pandora stations and just had to share. » Read more
I am really bad at being a grown-up sometimes. This is especially true when it comes to love. Despite prioritizing romantic love above virtually anything else in my life, I have had some truly shit-acular relationships in my time. I am a master of breakups, heartache, and disappointment. » Read more
I keep running into one disturbing trend as I explore the Master/slave community and Skyspook and I experiment with the dynamic: Male supremacy.
I know, I know. I am a female-bodied person kneeling before a male-bodied person. I call him “Sir,” follow orders, consent as he beats me, degrades me, uses me for his own sexual pleasure. » Read more
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