Here’s a list of my sex gratitude. respect Thank you for caring about my well-being, pleasure, and safety. Thank you for caring about my whole life including before you arrived on the scene, and if there’s time that I live without you. Your responsible kindness–in bed and outside of bed–makes me want you. I want
I wanted a man. What did I want him for? I wanted to share a significant love–I wanted to matter to him. I wanted to do something advanced and long term. He thought about it. My sexual desires got mixed into all of this. His sexual desires, not so much? It brought up pain about
content warning: fat shaming I’ve written a lot about learning to love my fat body, over the years. This is a good overview I found in my drafts folder recently and cleaned up. I hope it communicates well my life with fat and my journey of finding truth. survival I used to think fat equals
I loved a woman who was younger than me and thin. We were friends in person, and then we didn’t see each other for a long time. But we txted, sent mail to one another, and talked on the phone. We became closer over the years. I treasured her–I met her halfway, or more than
“What can I do so you you’ll like me forever?” I asked my spouse. We were lying in bed, naked and cuddling post-lunch. “Let me suck on your titty,” he said. “Oh, ok,” I said. “So you’ll suck on my titty and think about it? What I can do so you’ll always like me?” “Yeah,”
“Hey, look at this. It’s a sex toy made for disabled people,” I told my spouse. He seemed interested and looked at my screen as we hugged. Long ago he worked as a personal care attendant. He’s disabled–I’m disabled. His ex is disabled, and lots of our friends, in various ways. The sex toy is
I saw this meme and loved it. Fat sex is my life. Disabled sex is my life also. I might be too fat to sit on anyone’s lap like this. But I relate to the lovers on the couch. Many people like to see themselves accurately portrayed in art and media, and I imagine how
My body is always changing, as I age and my disabilities fluctuate. But my feelings about my body change even more! I love my body for reals, hardcore, unconditionally. My disabilities, my fatness, the strength of my legs, the beauty of my breasts, my smile, my hair. My lovely, trustworthy vulva that gives so much
I have one good friend who’s dating. She broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago, and she’s free. She tells me about her dating experiences. Sounds like a shitshow. But she wants different things from what I want. fat As a fat person, I endure the pain of being mis-seen and projected upon,
Dear one, I always thought runners were doing a sacred, mystical thing I could never understand. Seemed so pure, or like asceticism, a hair shirt, finding enlightenment through pain. My high school best friend was a runner. She invited me to run cross country with her–I laughed. But I guess I’m still thinking about it.