I looked down and liked how my own breast looked, where my shirt shifted and exposed part of its roundeness, up against my fat upper arm. You can also see a hint of my leg, and a hint of my tummy, with the blue clothes covering parts of me. Do you think it’s pretty too?
My spouse read that post executor about family pain and misogyny. We talked about his favorite parts, like the part about evil. “What did you like best about that post?” I asked. “None of it,” he said. “It was all terrible.” “Right,” I said. “Its terrible! But it’s clear.” “It’s very clear,” he said. “Did
I never told you what happened when the man I loved touched my back for twenty minutes, in the bed where two nights before, he had used me for my body, hurting me in a deeply harmful way. What happened was a spiritual journey I’d not planned or bought a ticket for. It was quite
“I want you to come,” my spouse said. We were in bed, naked and cuddly It was post-lunch, and I’d just asked him what he wanted. “You don’t come as much anymore,” he added. “That’s true,” I said. I pondered my stress level, privacy, hormone changes, grief, energy level, vulnerability, desire. “But there are things
“What do you want?” I asked my spouse, a common post-lunch bed question. “I wanna stick my dick between your tits,” he said. “Oh, ok,” I said. usual answers It was a different answer than usual. Often he says, “I wanna put my dick inside you,” and I ask where. Then I give him options,
“I don’t want to be the executor,” I said. It was ten years ago–my mom was making her trust. “Honey, please,” she said. I imagined myself incapacitated by grief, trying to sell the house. Being executor sounded like a horrible idea. On the best of days, it’s difficult to take care of myself. No way,
My breasts never see the light of day. They are the whitest part of me–the skin there feels thinner and fragile. I have veins on my right breast that are visible through the pale breast skin. These veins are a big deal emotionally. They make my right breast look different from my left. I have
In between places are where I like to dwell. It’s true–some people take advantage of undefined. But I’m comfortable with the liminal. I’m happy to do something that English language doesn’t have words for. A friend who I’m doing something liminal with said that she and I are platonic lovers. I don’t think Plato has