The first time I ever came to the land, it was for the summer trans gathering you invited me to, two years ago. I was fortunate to have your help figuring out what was going on. My spouse and I stayed in Temperance. I was confused by the cracking black & white tiles; the floor
This post even closer is about a cover by the band In This Moment. Yes, I have a thing for the classic kink song “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. In This Moment does it kinda roaring / screamy. Could I learn to do that with my voice? “With vocal training, you could probably do anything
I want more trans sex, which is strange because I think of myself as demisexual. My sexual desires arrive after I know someone and love them. Once I feel safe my cunt perks up, and I get very loyal and attached. Sexual desire doesn’t lead. But here I am, sifting into my being the trans
I wore my black Feel Your Feelings tank top to the sex party along with my black kilt. The words of the shirt are all caps in neon colors and white, standing out boldly on the black. The Feel Your Feelings shirt is a ringer, so there are thin white lines at the neckline and
I wrote about what happened last summer, when my spouse and I briefly lived on a small farm where the farmer witch wanted a sister wife. Writing helped me realize again: there can be such a large gap between what we want vs what we say we want. sister wife How much truth will fit,
“I realized I made a mistake, when I wrote that craigslist ad about what I was looking for,” she said. “When I wanted someone to come to the farm. I didn’t really need help with the farm work. What I actually wanted was a sister wife.” We were standing in her yard, between her farmhouse
I felt ashamed that no one wants to date me. I made an advert on Lex and felt sad when no one responded, other than spammers. Why the shame, I’m not sure. Rejection is embarrassing–I do have playground trauma, being perpetually chosen last for the baseball team. Or old old danger from thousands of years
“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
When you left here, it was messy and painful. Your choice to have sex with our housemate was part of that. I think you anticipated a fun, hot, lighthearted encounter. Maybe no one would know. Probably you had zero idea what the consequences would be. I’m sorry you made that choice. I hope sex with
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