Last night, you told me that prosody was my strong suit and drew a heart in black ink on my shoulder with your good pen before handing it to me so I could write. I wanted to write something. I did. You were lying next to me reading your novel, and I could feel your presence. » Read more
I am attracted to people in general. I don’t have a preference when it comes to gonads.
There is also a wide range to what I’m attracted to in terms of secondary sex characteristics and physical attributes and that I lack clear preferences to those as well (height, degree of body hair, » Read more
My new boyfriend has giant hands and smooth, smooth skin. He is an engineer, an inventor, a renaissance man. He is a genius who was raised by hippies in a town without stoplights. A former child prodigy. Brilliant and visionary but humble about it. Generous, adaptive, creative, sincere, kind. He has a young face and an old soul. » Read more
The stigma of having multiple partners is ubiquitous. It’s especially obvious in “normal” society with the standard tradition of monogamy or at least serial monogamy where people are expected to have only one sexual partner in any given time span. Sex positivity has been in my life (as I’m sure it has been in many others) a constant struggle to connect with and accept my own sexuality, » Read more
9 years old
Though I am running a fever, I go to a dear friend’s sleepover at her insistence. The conversation turns to my developing body. I am the only girl in the fourth grade wearing a bra. The other girls pressure me, mock me, calling me names, chiding me for my boob fat, » Read more
Polyamory. It’s a woman’s world.
Don’t look at me like that. 😛 I’m not hating on men! I have character witnesses that will testify that I (enthusiastically) love me some men – despite the strange looks I’ve gotten from some of my friends.
That’s the problem, really. The curious double standard. » Read more
We were all children at one point.
The last few days, I’ve been considering the idea that D/s mimics a lot of social interplay in childhood before we are properly “socialized.” Without getting into gory and depressing details, sexual humiliation is a central part of my psyche and formative sexual experiences simply from having been the first girl in my class to develop and having a strict French Canadian Catholic upbringing. » Read more
It’s been a crazy couple of years socially speaking. A year and a half ago, my husband and I opened our marriage. A few months before we came to that decision, I was the heaviest I’d been in my whole life. It was riddled with intense pain so crippling that I couldn’t walk across a room without wincing, » Read more
Why do I crave what many others would consider abuse?
Is it for the pain?
The freedom from my own identity that comes from reflexive self-subversion?
Is it for the attention?
Is it to be useful?
Useful. That word resonates with me.
I, » Read more
I came out about my sexual orientation to my mother today.
It started when we were talking about one of my friends from college. “You knew she was gay, right?” I said.
Mom said, “I think so. I barely remember her.”
“You know, Mom,” I continued. “I have A LOT of gay friends.” » Read more