Summer art school was a great learning experience. I had a lot of firsts there, and I want to tell you. Queer stuff, sexuality, law breaking, silliness. I was 16 years old, curious, and wild. Here are ten things I did for the first time at summer art school. 1. smoking Smoking tobacco cigarettes was
“Is there anything you want me to tell you?” I asked my spouse. We were in bed naked, having sex, at the beginning part. “Is there anything you want me to tell You?” he asked, dodging the question. I smiled. “Tell me I matter to you,” I said. “You matter to me,” he said. “Tell
Hello, I’ve seen more dicks depicted. My spouse and I were traveling in California. Wow, so many dicks in this world. And so similar! This one was in southern California inland, Victorville, on the sidewalk at a park. I like how someone tried to obscure it, but it’s still easily seen. I like the semen
We checked into an old hotel. I noticed our bed had a mirror on the ceiling, over it. It was octagonal and quite a surprise. Immediately I began singing in my head the Eagle’s song Hotel California that says “mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice.” This song is about a creepy decadent
“Will you fuck my tits?” I asked my spouse. “Yes,” he said “You didn’t do that for a long time,” I said. “I don’t know why. Nobody does that for me! My tits would love that. That would be a really good way to give love to them.” “Ok,” he said. “They want your love
I always thought couples therapy was a great idea. Talking about feelings, needs, the future, compromises with another person present who could add insight and might see things we don’t see. Sounds like it would make for a healthier relationship and might help us avoid problems. Therapy on my own has been great for me.
Lately I’ve had trouble trusting my body, which causes me anxiety. Anxiety is so much work. I’d love to free up energy by finding ways to know and love myself, and to believe I’m ok and will live a long life. I woke up in the night to pee, and as I was lying in
I was giving my spouse some nipple instruction, and I thought you might be interested also, dear reader. In case you encounter my breasts, or if you need ideas for how to interact with other breasts. request “Can you grab my tits like this?” I asked, demonstrating. I grabbed my own breasts. He watched, and
“Does your dick need comfort?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Dicks have to do a lot of work,” I said. I grabbed his dick, as he pulled down his chonies. “Getting big and small over and over again, all day. Dang. Exhausting!” “Right!” my spouse said. “And you have to be enthusiastic, but not too
Friend Love comic by Clover via ohjoysextoy.com I need friend love: stabilizing, fun, plentiful, healing. There are many people I call friends, and I usually love each friend in a unique way. Special love is kindled just for them. Hopefully the relationship is happy and reciprocal. I do my best, but sometimes I don’t know