I think love is only one thing: a gorgeous healing energy that connects us and motivates us. It helps us know what’s important and decide what to do. But love can take on so many forms, and I’ve been thinking about what I really want with you. options Some people who I love, I might
“I wanna put my dick inside of you,” my spouse said to me. We were in bed, and he was very horny. “Why do you wanna do that?” I asked. “To see if it still fits?” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to put it in all the way, and see if it still fits. And
The manipulative email you sent me, after three years of silence, has been bothering me. I’m thinking about what you lost when you chose to treat me like shit until I finally successfully broke up with you. I can’t believe you harmed me so harshly, yet you’re still knocking on my door. It was so
Crushes are weird, especially when they make no sense. I would prefer if my feelings made sense, and if my spouse’s feelings made sense. I was at our usual grocery store with my spouse, and we saw this guy who works there, who my spouse has mentioned before. He’s a tall, friendly, gorgeous Black man
These are some conversation bits pertaining to sex that may involve water. camels “Did you drink water?” I asked. “Yeah, I drank a lot of water,” he said. “Oh, are you a camel?” I asked. “Does that mean you want two humps?” It was sweet. He was standing by the bed and smiled at me.
“Is eel a fish?” I asked my spouse. “Yes,” he said. “Oh, are you sure?” I asked. “Seems different.” “Maybe you’re thinking of lampreys,” he said. I was thinking of nasty tube animals with toothy mouths. Animals to dodge, for sure. “I could try one,” I said. We were at all you can eat sushi,
Sometimes I wish safety was possible. I saw this meme saying “Monogamy is not a safety net” and felt a sad joy of recognition. So true. I wish monogamy was a safety net–I wish there was safety anywhere. I prefer openness, with honest communication, doing the work of love, showing up, the pleasure and joy
I read something about punishment, and it made me think of you. I don’t believe in punishment–prisons, parents hitting kids, punishment in relationships that are supposed to be sweet, like friendships and partnerships. Seems like consequences are inevitable, but something about the “I am right–you are wrong, so you must suffer,” creeps me out like
What poly means can vary. For my own life, I don’t like the term polyamorous–I like non-monogamy or open relationship. Openness feels happy, for me–like the sky. Open field, open heart. Poly makes me think of parrots, polygons, and annoying, selfish white people who think they’re the center of the world. Their relationships seem extra
“Do I have a spider on me?” he asked. “No–I don’t think so!” I said. “Come over here. Let me do a spider inspection.” He came to me, beautiful. I looked him over. “What kind of spider might I be looking for?” I asked. “Big like a Daddy Longlegs.” “Turn around,” I said. I looked