“I finally understand topping now,” I said to my spouse. Lying in bed long after waking up, I was having a slow morning, staring out the window. I was looking at the tall pear tree by the bike shed, in the rain. “The pears are only reachable on the bottom part of the tree,” I
“If I was hugging him while he was wearing a suit, and I was getting off on that, what would that mean?” I asked my spouse. We were talking about money, power, and sex. “I would think you were getting off on safety,” my spouse said. “The suit is a way to be safe.” “Yeah,
Dear housemate, I was surprised and thrown off balance when you told me at dinner, announced in front of everyone, that the weird thing about me is how I don’t recognize how powerful I am. Wow. It was a vulnerable, extra-honest thing to say. Not that you were wrong. But I’m trying to figure out
“Can I touch your balls, if I feel curious about them?” I asked my spouse. “Yes,” he said. I moved my hand to the sweet softness. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel affectionate toward them?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. I pet them with love. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel
My spouse and I had a date. We got naked–he cleared the bed, including moving the blanket to the chair. We both were lying there and began to cuddle sweetly. Then I asked if we could have a masturbation party. “Yeah!” he said. disability I’ve been in extra pain lately. Is my disability getting worse?
“Why don’t you get a vegan cock and balls, and I’ll eat the vegan cum?” I asked. My spouse was craving baked goods, so I suggested a local donut chain that used to have a cream filled donut called cock and balls. It was funny and daring. But we live here now; I hadn’t been
Is it possible that a family has something rotten at its core? My family has something like a horror movie woven into the cloth. I don’t want to use the word “evil.” More like diseased. But that sounds like an ableist metaphor. Is this rotten-ness real, and if so, what do I do about it?
My spouse and I were on a long car drive, playing driving games. Suddenly I remembered a years-forgotten game I made up when I was young. You have to rank five things. I asked my spouse to rank these five things by sexual preference. smacking my ass by hand smacking my ass by flogger consent-non-consent
I love queer sex, and am not keen on straight sex. But maybe it’s a false distinction? That’s what I’m pondering today. I think of queer sex as dynamic–it changes mid-scene and over the years creative–we have to do different things than insert a tab into a slot showing up as my whole self transformative–it
As you prepare to leave, I prepare to live without you. You’ll always be in my heart, but maybe never again in my day-to-day life. I’m pondering our whole friendship. These are sweet memories of my favorite times with you. hand massage At the meeting when I invited you to massage my hands, was it