I’ve been reflecting on this sentiment, what with the election and all, and our dear, Glorious Leader declaring himself the winner, because, well, of course he is. He says he won, that means he won. Results and votes matter very little, right? It’s an odd thing, having a narcissist in your life and living with […]
it isn’t up to her, OR waking up to a bright new day Read More »
This is her life. She no longer has anything but a tightly cordial, transactional relationship with someone she used to claim was the love of her life. If she has a relationship with her children, they never speak of it in kind terms. She believes the last decade of her life was a waste- as
her web of lies: an unfortunate fairytale, or how I put my past behind me Read More »
“So how are things these days,” she says. And she is sincere in the question. So I talk to her. Some things are amazing, wonderful, even nearly unreal and euphoric. Sure, it’s a tough time for us all these days– but the truth is my life is better for the quarantine than it was even
what i learned as the invisible parent: a conversation with a fellow parent Read More »
I show up, mid afternoon, with a bottle of strawberry margarita mix and a box of donuts. I don’t know all these girls. I don’t even know if they are all girls, aside from 1) the assumptions I’ve been conditioned with my whole life that says “This person ‘looks’ like a girl,” and 2) my
one lazy afternoon with my girls, OR why we all need a ‘safe space’ Read More »
…the night I first met you, or that afternoon. As the sun lazily draped over us. As you held me the first time. Smiled at me, like you cared about me. It was nice, yes. Pleasant. Satisfying. But I didn’t know I’d love you. They say that you just know. The truth? I didn’t know
i didn’t know it was going to be you Read More »
This is about romantic love. Should you not care for romance, I hope you don’t feel unseen. Love can be for family, for friends, for self, for so much more…but this is about my romantic loves. Eight years ago, I met my first partner to share my journey. We agreed on three weeks, then the
eight years later, or how I grew with those I love Read More »
“That voice, the one that tells you you’re worthless and stupid and ugly? It goes away, right? It’s just, like, a dumb teenage-girl thing, but then it goes away?” S4E6, Bojack Horseman There’s this little voice that’s followed me around, like a little lost puppy. She isn’t malicious, but her bite is sharp. But she
stupid piece of shit; a reflection on my inner voices Read More »
I’ve left civilization God knows how many miles behind me. Sailed from the hottest place on Earth (at least that I’ve experienced) to the place where all the hot girls prance about in sexy parkas, the icy depths of the Antarctic Circle. It’s difficult to imagine a more isolated place in which to meet a
“do you know the word ‘polyamory’?”, aka kitty meets a kinky friend on the moon Read More »
Last night I didn’t want to go to sleep. I felt a streak of stubbornness (“I am never going to sleep ever again!”). M told me, “Time for bed, Kitten.” And I went. Maybe a bit reluctantly, but I climbed in and crawled up to him. _______________________________________________________ The next morning, he praises me, “Good kitten,”
today i had breakfast Read More »
I’m speaking with a friend about someone who has hurt them. And they tell me, But the thing is… And those words reverberate in my head, But the thing is…But the thing is…But the thing is… I am sure I am not alone in having a poisonous ex or two. By which I mean, they
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