There’s a lot of noise and confusion as you come into your own, as a queer person. For context, I have at least one child who is going through an active period of questioning and evolving her sexuality. At twelve, she’s already dealing with her own “noise.” Is she confused? Not really. Not anymore than […]
… can be exhausting. Justifying. Explaining. Listening to second hand lies. Of what or who I am, according to those who haven’t bothered to ask me. I am not queer enough. I am not attracted to enough bodies (why can’t you be pansexual?). Not loving enough, etc. etc. I live with a man, I play
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Fire soothed her nerves, especially in moments such as these. Dancing gold, red, yellow, blue. She touched the flame with her fingertip, briefly. She’d never been comfortable with material things, but fire transcended the physical world. Something about it felt almost spiritual. She thought back to the other night, The flames traced a pattern on
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In the movies, the “best” loves aren’t the first ones. Funny, isn’t it? In the movies, the main character often goes through several false attempt loves before they find their lasting connection. Sometimes they even need to experience those initial loves to appreciate their “last” love (at least so far as the movie goes.) This
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Been moving and traveling a long time. Never overly worried about what I left behind, always trusted I would find something wherever I ended up. I somehow internalized a confidence in this, when I had little confidence in any other ability. That particular self-assurance paid off. I did find my tribe when I resettled, however
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the beauty of illusion, silly, silly kitten I thought being in love with you would be marvelous. Drifting to sleep in your arms. Waking up with your kisses. I exist to love, honor, and obey. He said, Love her, so I did. He said, forget her, but I slipped. I thought of memories, sweet words
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She left marks upon me, as did he, as did she, as did each and every one. I wish to be one that leaves marks upon others, not scars. Oh, I have no shame in my scars! On the contraire, I swell with pride touching each one. My scars reflect my life, and I have
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Sometimes you love someone– and all you receive is their pity. Sometimes you waste your life for someone– and they resent you for it. Sometimes you say, “I’ve always been there for you.”– and they say,”That’s the problem.” Sometimes you adore them– and they are creeped out. Sometimes you craft the most perfect love letter–
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“You won,” my friend says. And I guess I needed to hear that message. After all the shit we’ve been through, what we’re left with today is nothing more than what we started out with a decade ago. But it’s different. It doesn’t look different, but it feels different. Sometimes winning simply means getting back
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Dancing in the shower to some corny 90s pop song, beautifully scalding water cascading down my shoulders, back, over my curves. I could lose myself in the joy of the moment, or I could pout that master is not joining me tomorrow night. stupid snowmaggaden mrr mrr meh I am a very happy little kitten.
snowstorms, loneliness, beauty, joy, and scalding showers Read More »