What They Don’t Tell You About Dating an Abused Person, Part 2 — “You are right, and I hate that you’re right, but you are, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

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“You are right, and I hate that you’re right, but you are, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

I think or say this more often that I would like to. Usually it’s when I’m talking to my husband, and it always underscores to me that while I have done a lot of work on myself the past few years,  » Read more

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The Grind

“I had sexy dreams about you,” he murmurs from that half-awake place as I wrap my arms around him.

“You’re a walking sex dream to me,” I reply.

I slip away, out the door. Time for the drive again, as it always is. Three highways out, four highways back. The sunrise yawns open.  » Read more

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Ghost of a Chance

In the past, I’ve joked that my sexual orientation is “brilliant and haunted.”

All joking aside, there’s a lot of truth there. Granted, my body has to be attracted to their body. I have zero control over who I am and am not physically attracted to, and the best I’ve been able to manage on that front is to notice patterns.  » Read more

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Selfishness and the Chupacabra

It’s been a year since Skyspook and I reopened our relationship.

And what am I learning, looking back on the past year?

I find more than anything that I’ve grown incredibly selfish.

It’s not that I’m selfish with my love… I love freely, finding myself charmed by and attracted to any number of individuals.  » Read more

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Girl Training

From “Orientation” – originally written 1/30/2011:

Having transitioned from a monogamous marriage almost 2 years ago into a polyamorous one, I’ve been close to a lot more self-identifying bisexual women than I ever had before (really, most of the women I’ve had sex with up until recently considered themselves straight) and had many more female friends who identify as bisexual.  » Read more

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In Plain Sight

In the process of talking to my friend Fluffy about old traumas this evening, it become absolutely clear: much is made of the leering, frothing disgusting rapist, ready and waiting in the shadows to defile.


Looking back, my rapist was incredibly normal — even a bit tedious.

He was a Republican.  » Read more

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