This poem “when Michael dies” is about my close friend who I never met in person yet. I ask for her post-husband visit so we can be animals together, and I would like to comfort her in her grief. when Michael dies When Michael dies, freedom will fly into your life like a wild wind,
I have this fantasy, vivid and detailed. My friend who broke up with her husband last year was coming to town to visit family–she called me up to ask if she could have sex with my spouse. She didn’t seem that nervous to ask–it was matter-of-fact. She told me she hadn’t been with anyone since
This is my third sex blog. Falling Into the Blissful Sublime feels a lot happier for me than the previous two sex blogs I wrote. I’ve been sex blogging for more than 15 years. It’s a bad habit, at this point. But I need to talk about sex a lot, clearly! Well, it’s very clear,
dear Friend, I have this fantasy of renting an airbnb near you. You could come over every day, and we could cook for one another. You could tell me how many hugs per day I was allowed to hug you, and I could max out my quota. You liked my visit fantasy, when I texted
dear Friend, I like that moment of our phone call when I ask you if you need anything, if there’s something I could do for you, any way I could help. Seems more important, now that we’re talking only two days a week. Then when you asked me the same, what I need and how
I have a friend I love more than just about anything. He mentioned his dad is having health issues. The dad asked my friend to make art that includes the dad’s weight–the number of how many pounds he weighs. Then the dad will look at that art and use it as motivation for intentional weight
dear Friend, sometimes I’ll be lying in bed, sleepy. I’m naked and safe, holding myself to myself. my heart is with you, though you’re far away. every cell in my body starts singing your name. my cells are humming at a frequency that’s for you. I don’t know if you can hear them. you keep
There’s some reason I have to leave town. Our good friend has left her husband, finally. She wants to have sex with you. I don’t blame her. She’s seen your sexiness and kindness to me, over the years. She’s masturbated, thinking of you, and realized her approach to men and relationships is entirely wrong. You
I met a new person and thought he was loud and probably not someone I could get along well with. Let’s call him D. I met him through a friend I found harmful. That was a strike against him! Over the years, I saw him at events. I learned he was super helpful, affectionate, energetic,
understudy My friend is making porn and invites me and my spouse to the set. But oh no! The dude she was supposed to do it with didn’t show up, so she needs someone else to do it with. My spouse is the only dicked person around. She asks him if she can suck his