There’s some reason I have to leave town. Our good friend has left her husband, finally. She wants to have sex with you. I don’t blame her. She’s seen your sexiness and kindness to me, over the years. She’s masturbated, thinking of you, and realized her approach to men and relationships is entirely wrong. You
dear Name of God, I know that language is a gesture. That “the finger pointing at the moon is not the moon.” The moon is the moon. And I know the word “moon” is not the moon. I know some stuff about that, probably. God is Mystery, unspeakably, powerfully incomprehensible. The name of God is
“I love this place right here,” I told my spouse. My hand was on his chest–we were naked, and he was standing by the bed. “What is this? Is this your clavicle…?” “This is my manubrium,” he said. I touched it gently. It sticks out a little bit, prominent. Feels trustworthy. “Oh, yeah. Your clavicles
dear boyfriend Desired, Please come visit me, here. I want to hold you, smell you, kiss your neck. Kiss your mouth, be equal to you. Deeply, I want to relax into being near you and what it feels like, to be close to you in space. I want to feel your brilliant intelligence radiate onto
Hey, did you know there’s a small desert fish called a pupfish? They are really special! In Death Valley National Park, there’s a stream called Salt Creek. That’s the first place I ever saw pupfish or heard of them. It was more than 20 years ago, when I camped a lot in Death Valley, my
“Do you want my clothes in here?” “Yes,” he said, getting ready to do laundry. “Ok, I’m taking off my clothes!” I said. I whipped off my shirt. Suddenly the top half of myself was bare, large breasts wild in the kitchen. He gave an approving look. I laughed and am laughing now. My hands
Intentional non-monogamy is important to me. I need freedom to be who I am, learn, and not have all my eggs in one basket. Diversity of support is necessary, as a realistic disabled person. I’m not close to my family of origin, and my parents are both dead. Community sustains me, and I get life-meaning
Confidence is a clownish performance, usually. I’m not into it. I won’t make myself seem more confident, to change how people react to me sexually. Confidence makes me think of doctors. I don’t want a confident doctor–I want a smart, skilled doctor who knows how to tell the truth, especially when the truth is “I
Taking sexy pictures of myself reminds me how I got in trouble in elementary school for drawing a naked woman. My body was not my own to depict, or even a neutral object. It was property of my relatives or a patriarchal Christian god, temporary property of my teacher at school. I’m happy to have
Disabled sex is valid sex. Pretty common, too. Hopefully you’ll have a variety of partners and learn about disabled sex, if you haven’t already. physical Probably you think a pinched nerve is not too bad a disability. Anything that causes pain can be life-disrupting, though. A nerve is pinched in my neck, on the right