This Solstice letter is an unsent letter to someone I’m estranged from. Dear one, This letter is emotional but chill and respectful, as far as I perceive. Thank you if it’s something you want to let in. I thought about you on Solstice when I was preparing to go to the land, and walking by
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
“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
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’ve had a ton of queer sex, including intense gender-y experiences. I remember the first time I ever went down on my spouse’s ass and all I learned doing that: so tender. I felt like a gay man, which isn’t what I expected. But recently I had very trans sex for the first time, and
It hasn’t made sense for me to post here lately–I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’ve been riding out some big changes with sex, sexuality, gender, relationship, and relationship values. I don’t know what it’s ok to talk about where. So I’ve been living it instead of writing. I adore my spouse, who I have
Death is always with me, inside of me, and layered behind what’s in front of me. The life we see swirling all around us is fueled by death. What lived before is part of us. My ancestors speak through me. Plants and fish that died help form my body. The earth is full of minerals,
There’s a lesbian group I like on a social media site where I’ve learned about sex and seen wonderful memes. Today I saw a post about a trend where people describe their dream partner to an AI who provides a photo. Most recently on the lesbian memes group I saw people talking about about giving
My spouse was upset that their friend was not getting back to them and not making time to see them. My spouse was upset to the point of losing sleep about it. “Is there something wrong with me?” my spouse asked. “No, sweetheart,” I said. “You’re a good friend–you’re amazing. There’s something wrong with the