The neighbor getting naked wasn’t wrong in and of itself. I’m fine with people, including naked people. Naked bodies are no problem. The problem was she was naked as a way of acting out. Definitely there was a desire for attention and disruption. And it worked–she disturbed kids, parents, and other adults. It was possibly
Dear friend, I worried about you, when you were headed to another state to do direct action and risk arrest. Partly I’m worried because you’ve never been arrested. I’m proud of you for wanting to make a better world. But I know that in direct actions, there’s risk with police violence. Things happen unexpectedly. There
I have four things I love to be hit with. These are my beloved impact implements. my spouse’s hands the flogger my spouse made of black parachute cord a colorful wooden spatula a shortened yardstick Yes, such good things. thuddy vs stingy I like a mix of thud and sting. My spouse’s hand is my
When I was in love with my friend who’s a trans woman, she brought up muffing as sex my spouse and I could do together. I had never heard of it. Muffing is when you finger the canals where someone’s balls descended from. (The balls can still go in the canals, like when someone is
If you have a problem with blood, please scroll along. I’m not into blood as part of pain play in a kink sense. When I’m at a sex party, I eye the blood play station skeptically and don’t engage. But I’ve been menstruating for 37 years, so I’m used to this wet red. My spouse
I’ve thought of sex as validation for much of my life. Yes–sex as validation physically with the body. Another person decided I am good enough to fuck. Their body is slamming into mine in an explicit, hungry way–I know I matter to them. These intense sensations and feelings shared mean something. To me, they mean
My dad’s suicide has been fucking me in the head lately. I’ve been thinking about death way too much. His death–my eventual death. My mom’s death. My spouse’s eventual death. I’m terrified. It makes me panic in the night, which interferes with my sleep, so then I panic more. I hate all that. grief spiral
“Thank you for that breast massage with your dick,” I said to my spouse. “Sure!” he said. We’d just shared delicious sex. I was lying in bed as he moved about the bedroom. “It felt good for my health,” I added. “So many ways to care for my health…” coconut oil My spouse is having
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
I have always liked spooning. It’s a great form of cuddle, especially naked for lots of skin-skin contact and bonding hormones. Feels like love. After sex, it’s the best. With my spouse, spooning is a favorite activity. This pic is my spouse behind me, holding onto my left breast, and my hand is on top