The first time I ever came to the land, it was for the summer trans gathering you invited me to, two years ago. I was fortunate to have your help figuring out what was going on. My spouse and I stayed in Temperance. I was confused by the cracking black & white tiles; the floor
This is a letter to my lover, or to someone who was my lover, and I hope one day they’re my lover again. It’s about my chosen wound. Dear one, My chosen wound is partly about fatness. You know what the world does to very fat people. But it’s more about home and safety, and
“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
My spouse and I had a photo shoot yesterday. I was masturbating, and the light was right as I lay in bed on the rose pink sheet. Taking photos was a way to help my spouse stay awake. They had just fucked me, and I asked them to clear off the bed of blankets and
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
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,
Spirit keeps telling me to throw my naked body at my spouse. As life changes and I change, I ask Spirit: How can I care for my spouse, nurture the relationship, be kind to him, proceed with him? I get the Fool, which in my deck is a naked white woman with flowers in her
I went to my first bdsm sex party. I went there to learn, and I did learn–more than I expected, about myself and others. While I was there and for a day or so afterward, I felt very positive about the experience. I was elated. As the days pass, I feel less positive and less
Hello, I’ve been thinking about what sex is for. I was talking with my good friend–we were having a date, and I was happy she asked me some frank questions. daily “Do you and your spouse have sex every day?” she asked. Maybe I’ve mentioned it, or maybe she read about it in a blog