You know that kid you met on the train and wanted to save? She was a runaway. The secret was she had escaped from sex work. You wanted to help her, but how? It was a bad situation. How much was she playing you? I was trying to understand the severity / immediacy of the
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
About a third of the way through having sex with my spouse yesterday, I started crying. It was such intense, beautiful sex–I didn’t want to derail it with down emotions. Crying during sex is becoming a thing, lately. I know why–it’s partly the validation need I was talking about last post. As things change in
Dear friend, this is why they broke up with you. scary That confidence that makes bosses promote you to supervisor is what makes you scary to argue with. You hold beliefs with rigid certainty that crushes others. Your confidence is lack of curiosity, which is chilling. Love means caring what the other person thinks and
Thank goodness, we attended our second sex party. This time felt different because we brought our housemate friend. Also it felt different because it wasn’t shocking, new, and intense. the first time The first time was such a big deal, my mind was blown. I was overwhelmed. I’d never done anything like that, and I
“Do you think Desire is going into the kitchen with no shirt on because of me?” I asked. Two weeks ago I texted something to Desire about how their hugs are like none other. The next day my spouse reported that Desire has been in the kitchen with no shirt on in the early morning,
When you have a crush on someone, what makes the spark? Where does the crush come from? There’s chemistry–it’s not just liking someone. Friendship is everywhere, but a crush is different. There’s a mysterious combination of factors. I get excited, then hormones take over. My body trusts another person, whether it’s actually safe to trust
I used to think of your room as a beautiful, almost magical place that smells so nice, and has those crystals by the door. Just passing by, I was blissed. The place where you rest, where you get vulnerable. Before you left for a trip, you would bring up that your room is available to
“Wow, I lost my voice, singing in the car. I didn’t think I was singing that loud,” I told my cherished housemate friend. My voice was raspy. We were at the dining room table, co-working, closer than we had been. “What were you singing?” they asked. I pondered that playlist. There were so many songs
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,