Dear one, Yesterday I was telling you, I want to go down on our mutual friendly acquaintance / acquaintancely friend. They’d mentioned that they weren’t going to the May Day event to work, but to get laid. “I’m not going to DJ unless someone is sucking my dick while I’m DJing,” they said. Surprised, I
I was in love with my Friend, but we are not well-suited to one another for partnership. We have a huge age difference; that’s partly why. They are in a different developmental stage from me, as a young adult, while I am middle aged. So I’m planning a letting go ritual. Not to break up,
content warning: This post centers the word faggot, which some find offensive. faggot My spouse and I and our homegirl were on a road trip. On the freeway, headed north–strangely, I was driving. Driving is not something I do much. A motorcycle was behind me for a long time. “Do you think it’s a pig?”
My spouse’s favorite superhero is Black Widow. He told me this a while back, and I was confused, as she’s not Black or a widow. “What do you like about her?” I asked. “She’s a spy. And she’s Russian,” I said. “Why is it good, to be Russian?” I asked. He shrugged–not sure. He studied
My intro on facebook lately is “processing bonding cues creatively while Rome burns.” It came about when I was looking at something about autism online, months ago. The term “bonding cues” really stood out to me. Yes, the things people do to indicate closeness or distance, privately and in a group–thrilling. I love bonding cues.