Kitty has spent some time around her own country and abroad, exploring, discovering. Should you wish to see what she’s found, please take a moment to look! Below are writings from other excellent writers; guest appearances elsewhere; and a calendar of events from places she supports and encourages others to attend!
Sometimes, in periods of sleep disturbances, waking too much at night, too many nightmares, I have waking dreams.
Sometimes they are terrifying and I see-but-don’t-see monsters in the corners, watching me, hungry. Sometimes they are beautiful and I see-but-don’t-see the shadow of every hand that touched a door, so many different lives in the same place.
Over time, I learned to dampen my interactions with him when she was in the room. Talk less enthusiastically, touch less, be less happy. I learned to wait until she wouldn’t be around for a while to tell him funny stories, or talk about our common interests that she didn’t share.
What if he loves her more? Then he fucking loves her more, and you either find that the love he has to offer you is enough, or it isn’t. If it is, you appreciate and reciprocate the shit out of that love, and you don’t compare how much love you’re getting. Its not halloween and the love isn’t you and your little brother’s candy haul. If it isn’t enough, you leave, and you don’t worry, because somebody out there is looking to share a giant pile of love with you.
That’s absurd! Crazy talk! Outlandish! Who wouldn’t want to be told by their spouse that they want to make you happy?
I want to preface this by saying that I enjoy NRE. It’s new and exciting and fun. But I feel like I don’t see many writings on Old Relationship Energy. Which I, am really enjoying. So here’s to older relationship energy.
I have absolutely no desire to micromanage anyone. The pet has been on this earth 21 more years than I have. In that time he's perfected the art of managing himself. He's done pretty well before I came along and if a rogue city bus were to flatten me tomorrow, he'd be sad but he'd manage. I have no time to tell him what to eat and when to eat it. I have to make sure my youngest doesn't eat peanut butter and nutella every single meal. That's enough dietary monitoring for me.
22 years old and the rest of my life ahead of me. I'm standing at the end of an aisle that will lead me to you.