These days, I’m happily in a relationship where we’re both on the same page re: how out we want to be. Which is a good thing because given the nature of my work, I’m pretty darn out.
But a long time ago, long before I was an author, I was in a relationship where this wasn’t the case. » Read more
I can remember a time when I couldn’t trust myself. I could set an alarm in the morning, and there was always a chance — in that stupor of exhaustion — that I’d make some kind of deal with myself to sleep in.
And after a few swats at the alarm, I’d decide that whatever I was supposed to get up for wasn’t worth doing anyway. » Read more
I’ve written about it many times, but I’m very different from a lot of people who write prominently about consensual non-monogamy. Probably the most striking difference is that I’m more ambiamorous than polyamorous. What do I mean by that? I essentially mean that I’m about equally as happy being in a monogamous relationship as I am being in a polyamorous relationship system. » Read more
First of all, thank you so much to everyone who picked up a copy of Psychic City, the first book in a new series, the Psychic State mysteries. And an extra special thank you to everyone who left a review afterwards (seriously, it helps other people find the book). » Read more
It’s not easy to celebrate big occasions in the middle of a pandemic. But we do our best.
We usually make do with something small. A box of strawberry cake mix and a cannister of cream cheese frosting that have magically wound our way here through the miracle that is online shopping.
Or my strange pandemic birthday that occurred just a short while into lockdown (I’m an Aries). » Read more
“As someone who was raised Christian,” she says, “I can’t understand why you are the way you are, especially because you seem like such a good person.”
It’s not the first time someone has said something like this to me. Not by a long shot. But it’s still funny to hear… because I was raised Christian, » Read more
I still don’t quite understand how I push through difficult days. There have been more of them lately.
Today is a really hard day by the way. The day I’m writing this, I mean (it’ll come out later, as nearly all of my posts do; I write them and schedule them later).
I had a good weekend, » Read more
I’ve never quite gotten the hang of comforting myself. It’s not for lack of trying. Not for lack of practice.
It’s strange, really, since I’ve been a comforting person to so many people. I’ve been the one dropping everything to help a lover work through an issue. The one you could literally wake up in the middle of the night and talk to about your nightmares. » Read more
“I honestly don’t know what I expected out of polyamorous people, but you guys aren’t at all what I thought you’d be like.”
I laugh. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t take it the wrong way,” she says.
“I’m not offended or anything. I just want to understand what you’re talking about. » Read more
Ah autocorrect. Scourge of the Internet. Sometimes it’s helpful; other times it’s certainly not. It changes what you were trying to say into something either incomprehensible or insulting to the other person.
They say that if you ever get frustrated with autocorrect, you should pretend there’s a little gnome in there correcting your work. » Read more