Though these days I’m only dating 1 fellow, I still get insane amounts of compersion (a.k.a mudita) off watching my polyamorous friends date each other.
At regular intervals, one or another of them will gush to me about a good date, a good conversation, a good fuck they’ve had, whatever, which lights up my chest like the world’s biggest Christmas tree. » Read more
Meet Galileo, the newest member of our family. He’s a baby budgie (parakeet) that I’m hand training. It’s only been a few days, and I’ve managed to build his trust to the point where he will perch on my finger.
Parakeets are extremely social birds and easily get lonely, » Read more
Some days I walk through public places
and everyone recognizes me
and I wonder how they came to own that part of me—
their memory of me
“the reactionary,” Gino the Wise
“Ugh,” my mom said, frowning at my camera phone. » Read more
The first person I ever fell in love with was a straight girl. And when I say girl, I mean quite literally. We were 8 years old. She was my best friend.
Emma was painfully shy. Extremely intelligent, funny, and sweet but virtually silent in the classroom. I suppose it didn’t help that she had to wear headgear. » Read more
“I’ve never loved him because he was perfect. I love him because he’s interesting.”
This is something I remember feeling and expressing about a former love interest, brought up by working on the book. My feelings for him were intense, verging on (and some would say well past) the brink of absurdity.
That relationship was never even physically “consummated” » Read more
The first surprise I’m discovering as I study psychology is how much energy, work, and just plain basic structure is devoted to the study of processes that are not in any way, shape, or form considered disease states – elements like the basic nature of cognition, the wealth of different systems used to describe, explain, » Read more
This will probably not read like a normal one of my writings because I am too excited to take the time to actually sort through and collect my thoughts and make sure they sound how I like them to, as I’m wont to. I’m a stickler for a style of prosody that I’ve grown to employ, » Read more
One of my best friends (activist, poet, essayist, musician, diversity scholar, and in general a lovely human being) wrote an EXCELLENT post about consent. I got permission to repost it here because it is well worth the read:
Consent Culture is Hard, Yo..
Consent Culture is Hard, Yo.
Posted on August 16, » Read more
“Be careful going back to school. Don’t get in with the wrong people! You’ve got such a good thing going with your man. Don’t fall in with the wrong crowd.”
If only she knew what we do on the weekend, the characters we hang out with, the leather daddies,the perverts, the thrill seekers, » Read more
Relating to or characteristic of a slave, typically by servility or submissiveness.
Showing no attempt at originality, constructive interpretation, or development.
Definition number 2 makes me sad. Sad because it’s not just a connotation limited to the dictionary. » Read more