This post is an Imbolc letter to the one I’m estranged from. Dear one, Many times over the past few months, I’ve wanted to tell you that you are welcome in my home. I know we’re not speaking right now. But I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you (for months) that
This Solstice letter is an unsent letter to someone I’m estranged from. Dear one, This letter is emotional but chill and respectful, as far as I perceive. Thank you if it’s something you want to let in. I thought about you on Solstice when I was preparing to go to the land, and walking by
This is a letter to my lover, or to someone who was my lover, and I hope one day they’re my lover again. It’s about my chosen wound. Dear one, My chosen wound is partly about fatness. You know what the world does to very fat people. But it’s more about home and safety, and
Dear one, I want to tell you that paranoia makes sense. I’m not making a mistake exactly. I’m seeing what’s there after being gaslit by culture. The contrast between the truth and the official word is whiplashing. Like when my mom died. It’s bad enough to lose someone I need and all that entails–her unfathomable
Yeah, tops are great. But topping is nothing without bottoming. It takes energy to receive as well as to give. I have to be emotionally ready to be penetrated, to cum for anyone, to welcome anyone to use my body. I prepare the soil of my spirit for an important experience. And I need time
Dear one, Yesterday I was telling you, I want to go down on our mutual friendly acquaintance / acquaintancely friend. They’d mentioned that they weren’t going to the May Day event to work, but to get laid. “I’m not going to DJ unless someone is sucking my dick while I’m DJing,” they said. Surprised, I
Dear one, Years ago I was in love with my friend G who introduced me to the band Woven Hand. Yesterday I got a weird craving to hear them again but didn’t know the name of the band. I tried searching “dark country” and “dark country guitar” and finally found a playlist with a Woven
Dear friend, I was never young. In years, I was young; I was born as a baby and progressed as one does. But I was never young in the sense of needs met, well-being protected, spirit cherished. What’s innocence? I definitely wasn’t guilty. But life didn’t unfold in a stepwise way. Choices were denied me,
My spouse was upset that their friend was not getting back to them and not making time to see them. My spouse was upset to the point of losing sleep about it. “Is there something wrong with me?” my spouse asked. “No, sweetheart,” I said. “You’re a good friend–you’re amazing. There’s something wrong with the
These sex notes are for my spouse– things I’ve noticed, felt, and wanted lately. sex notes Dear lover, Yesterday when we had sex, I thought maybe when you were fucking me, I could have cum a second time. The vibrator was still on my clit, and I rode out that intense orgasm which made me