I’ve got a story inside of me. It’s trying to worm its way out through my brain cells like a kidney stone. A solid thing trying to pass through meat. Growing at an agonizing pace, I can’t push it out any faster. It feels like a race against time before it swallows me whole. Occasionally I have glimpses of the final product. It’s something like this. … Continue reading Father’s Day
An entire bottle of jojoba oil just shattered on my bathroom floor. Amber bottle, glass dropper, disintegrated. There’s glass in my feet. I had to throw away the bath mats.
I’m pretty sure I pissed off someone’s god tonight. Fortunately, I don’t complain on Facebook.
Perhaps my favorite aspect of the kink community is the use of nonverbal signals to express what you’re into. From the simple choice of left versus right (dominant v submissive) all the way to a color coding that covers far more than 50 shades. Wristbands, handkerchiefs and jewelry all help send that special someone a clue about what you are looking for. Old etiquette is sparsely followed in today’s age of online narcissism but the foundation of the system still has merit. Continue reading Voluntary Flagging
Something to listen for:
If you tell someone, “I feel this way,” and their response is “You don’t really feel that way,” they are saying you don’t know what you want and they do.
If that’s true, they probably want to help you.
If it’s not true – don’t have conversations with that person anymore.
Only you can decide what’s true. Good luck.
It feels like I lined up a row of cars. Something expensive. Like Jaguars or Beamers. I lined them up while wearing white spandex bedazzled with jewels, bragging about how I can use this magical motor-bike to leap over them. Why cars? Why not jump spikes or sharks or alligators? Why is there an image burned in my mind of things soaring over vehicles to varying success? Obviously I watched the little boy cartoons in the morning. Continue reading Closure
You’re so fucked up, Revolution 9 sounds melodic.
A few months ago, I met a boy. He was handsome, kind and completely infatuated with me. A surplus of free time and unwise spending habits ensconced us in a romantic shell of speculative dreams. My unfettered joy for life is intoxicating thing to be around and I’m very aware of it. I often reminded him that his feelings are temporary and I have no plans to be anyone’s girlfriend. Not dissuaded, he continued to spend time with me as often as possible and make overtures to our future happiness. Continue reading Solidly Integral
On a Saturday, I walk down to the Mecca the same way I do most every day. This is the day when at least one person comments on my hair or clothes or tattoos. Never fails.
The agreed assumption that I’m not out of place because “hey, it’s Seattle”. If that’s the case, why am I still the only one? In the future I’m plan to randomly comment on how great khaki pants are with all the sincerity I can muster.
I got mad at Maya today. She’s been especially unsettled this past week. She didn’t seem to mind when Bryn never returned last weekend. I wonder if there might be a delay in her reaction. Clingier than normal, she won’t give me a minute of peace while I’m at home. After spending a whole afternoon trying to hold her and getting rebuked I finally snapped, “What do you want from me?” Continue reading Maya Koshka