“Oh hey, I think I figured out why there are so many transmen in our life,” I told my spouse. We were on a long car ride, and my spouse was driving well. “I think it’s because transmen know how to feel,” I continued. “Transmen know how to love. But they’re dudeish at the same
I think love is only one thing: a gorgeous healing energy that connects us and motivates us. It helps us know what’s important and decide what to do. But love can take on so many forms, and I’ve been thinking about what I really want with you. options Some people who I love, I might
“Hey, dear. This candy reminds me of your dick,” I told my spouse. “You wanna try one?” We were driving in the car, on a long ride. And we’d stopped at a gas station. I went into the mini-mart and looked through all the candy. It was that kind of mood–I wanted to stare at
“Will you hold this?” I asked my spouse. I was sitting on the bed wearing a black, lace-edged tank top, holding my right breast. I moved toward him and let him reach into my shirt and hold my breast for me. “Ah, thank you,” I said. “Thank you for helping me carry my burden.” I
“I wanna put my dick inside of you,” my spouse said to me. We were in bed, and he was very horny. “Why do you wanna do that?” I asked. “To see if it still fits?” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to put it in all the way, and see if it still fits. And
I’ve been reading a lot of ads on Lex, the queer app for dating, friends, and events. Maybe I’m overdoing it and they’re getting in my head too much. The terse, flirty cleverness is tiresome. I’d rather be real. For me, real means direct and vulnerable. But for most people, dating isn’t about real. It’s
I thought you and your girlfriend were so much better than me. You seemed super-competent, great at being social, and got so much done. You both seemed like real grownups. Yes, you and your girlfriend were a power couple. Both so vibrant and good at life. At the time, I felt like a fuckup. It
The manipulative email you sent me, after three years of silence, has been bothering me. I’m thinking about what you lost when you chose to treat me like shit until I finally successfully broke up with you. I can’t believe you harmed me so harshly, yet you’re still knocking on my door. It was so
I have admired you for so long, since I first met you ten years ago. How competent, energetic, and brilliant you are, with values of peace and community. I thought about you off and on all day, knowing I’d see you in the evening. I had a fantasy about giving you a foot massage. Seemed
Hello, what kind of writing do you value? I like to share truth here that’s too personal for publishing with my real name. It’s an artful side project I give as much heart as I can spare. I like when I have a ton of writing energy and update here every other day. Sometimes survival