I wanted you to fuck the safety into me. I wanted your hands on me for a much longer time. I wanted to matter to your body. I wanted your unique intelligence up in my unique intelligence. I wanted to see how being close to you would change me. I wanted someone to collaborate with
I could fully relax with you. During the long beautiful hug, my body, mind, and soul were doing the same thing. That’s so rare for me–like ritual. Usually I’m fragmented. My soul was called up from where it hides, to fully inhabit my body and be near you. I was showing up for love. But
When I soaked black lentils on the counter at the same time you marinated tempeh on the counter, I pretended you were my friend. I hope your meal was as delicious as mine. I dodged you in the kitchen as well as I could, no longer crying about your leaving. I’d memorized your departure date,
“Bless me with your come,” I said to my spouse. He was between my legs, beating off, wishing to ejaculate on my vulva. About two seconds later, he did bless me thus. I looked at him with deep empathy. His eyes were half-closed as he got exactly what he wanted, his semen spurting on my
Hello, I notice you emotionally checked out. Your silence feels like abandonment of this body. Is that what you want? You will be there for me when I’m right in front of you crying. But the Nest that felt those feelings is still here. Do you care about this body and person who is me?
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
I think love is only one thing: a gorgeous healing energy that connects us and motivates us. It helps us know what’s important and decide what to do. But love can take on so many forms, and I’ve been thinking about what I really want with you. options Some people who I love, I might
I thought you and your girlfriend were so much better than me. You seemed super-competent, great at being social, and got so much done. You both seemed like real grownups. Yes, you and your girlfriend were a power couple. Both so vibrant and good at life. At the time, I felt like a fuckup. It