The day after it happens, I go to school with a headache and slivers of memory. There are pieces missing, things I can’t find an explanation for. When I see the smirking faces, I feel blood burning in my brain, my body reacting without any input from my mind. I bolt to the bathroom and throw up. » Read more
And in hindsight, that should have told me something. “She doesn’t have to know how serious we are yet. She just wouldn’t understand.”
I thought it was romantic that he would lie to her by omission. That we’d have little secrets that only the two of us would know. I thought they were harmless and bred intimacy. » Read more
The spirit is the energy that moves between us, one to the other. When we struggle, fight, collapse together, we unearth our depths. I am actually located at the depth to which I attach to myself. This is where I attach to you, interlocking seamlessly. We can imagine it as a projection, if we stop to imagine all those details that were never explained, » Read more
I’ve decided that the recipe for unhappiness is requiring other people for your sense of closure. » Read more
I was at a backyard bonfire party many years ago when I saw a friend vigorously fellate a hot dog. I know. No big deal, right? You might be wondering why I remember something so mundane.
The trouble was that my friend was asexual to the point of being sex negative and despised giving head. » Read more
This is the term Skyspook came up with to describe myself with regards with monogamy/non-monogamy.
I think my natural orientation is for monogamy, the simplicity. I am very sensitive, tend to get obsessed with romantic partners, and am easily satisfied.
At the same time, I am able to be polyamorous, have the skill set for managing multiple relationships and dealing with insecurities, » Read more
Dieting has been very much a part of my psyche since I first started going to Weight Watchers meetings at 3 years old. I found the brochures exquisite, color-coded, graduating through a program whose logical progression appeased my young brain’s need for order. They were the first thing I read. While my mother made copious notes on a legal pad, » Read more
I have a bounty of exes, ex-girlfriends, ex-boyfriends, now even an ex-husband.
In short, I’m a lot of people’s crazy ex.
I love so hard it hurts.
I spent my childhood terribly lonely. I was out in the country, far from my school friends. The other members of my household found me obnoxious and weird, » Read more
Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in a long time. I wrote a short story. Fiction and I haven’t been on speaking terms in quite some time. Not that fiction “speaks” per se (though a case could be made if one were so inclined), but you know what I mean. I was trying to figure it out today. » Read more
“Thank you,” I gasp, collapsing beside him on the bed.
He raises an eyebrow, even though his face is flooded with afterglow. “Thank you.”
It is a dream to be so savored, to have my perversion welcomed, to sleep bundled by warm arms, to be asked what’s wrong, invited to discuss my troubles, » Read more