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
I wrote this poem “sapphire” about choosing to live by making a promise about what to prioritize, saying no to love that would destroy me. I choose to survive. sapphire I got your message that you’re sober and back in Ohio with your family. I wanted to be your family. You lied to me. You
I wish to go with you to a nature place–the beach, a forest, the desert here. I’d pray to Mother Earth silently, or out loud if you didn’t mind, and say thank you. I’d thank her for nourishing you to life and helping you be a person all these years. Gladly, I’d thank Mother Earth
Hey, how are you doing? I share this meme as something funny and too accurate. “Not today, satan” is countered with “What about tonight?” I’ve had some dates with satan. Or devilish folx, if not the Lucifer himself! Yes, he can be persistent. If abusers gave up easily, wouldn’t that be easier. trust My first