I need aftercare. Lately I’ve been hurting about how different I feel, and alone in my difference. When something big happens, I have a huge reaction. So I need some contact and reassurance later and the next day. My needs are reasonable. What do you think love is? Abandoning someone you were just tender with
If you’ve done bdsm with power play or pain play, you might be familiar with sub drop. It’s important to know that you or the person you’re playing with might lose their shit in some hours. Oops, I forgot about it. I experienced surprise sub drop the other day. massage A new friend–let’s call them
Hello, I’ve been thinking about what sex is for. I was talking with my good friend–we were having a date, and I was happy she asked me some frank questions. daily “Do you and your spouse have sex every day?” she asked. Maybe I’ve mentioned it, or maybe she read about it in a blog
A: I see we’re doing something special. B: What do you mean? I don’t want to do anything special. A: Oh, well, it looks like we are. Can we talk about that? B: Yes, let’s talk about it. I don’t know you that well, I like to do egalitarian generalized relationships, and I don’t want
Hello, I wanted to write you an email explaining to you about death terror and how I keep realizing and forgetting: I don’t need you in particular; I need family, a functional culture, and to be loved properly by many people, near and far. We would argue about details, but you don’t love me properly.
Sex is a transformative wildness. I love that. It’s the spiritual experience I need the most. Sex is a common extreme state. Many people visit regularly, to do special work that requires the body. I love flooding myself with pleasure. I love sex for all these aspects. practice consent while letting go connect playfully with
Hello, this morning I woke up and laughed because I had a memory, then realized it was not a real memory–it was a dream. Dream of shiva lingams. Yes, this is my dream. I was downstairs in the north living room. I noticed two shiva lingams on the floor, by the fireplace. They were brown
“What’s shibari?” my dear housemate asked, the one I like to touch. We were in the kitchen, where so many important questions are asked. A riparian housemate washed his dishes, while we others waited. “It’s tying people up,” my knot-loving housemate answered simply. The knot lover had offered shibari as an after-dinner game, better than
“I have some soft candy in my pocket,” my spouse said. We were on a long drive, and he wanted a snack. “Can you feed it to me?” “Oo!” I said. “I hear you have soft candy….but what if you had hard candy in your pocket?” I touched my spouse’s pocket area / dick area