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 …
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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,” …
Life with a kitten poses a series of strange, but manageable dilemmas….
To the married man to whom I will one day say “no,” Thinking on the wonderful love between the Professor, Wonder Woman, and the Wife, I thought about how troublesome it can be for couples to find their magical unicorn. Alas, dear married man, that I am about to reject, it isn’t so easy for …
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I once shared a day in the life of a kitten. My friend asked me to share another day.
It’s easy to see the calm after the storm. Nobody wonders why I am where I am— now. Not everyone wants to live in penthouses, travel to exotic locations, and dine at fine restaurants. Not everyone wants that high powered lifestyle. It is pressuring. It can be exhausting. But nobody questions WHY I do it. …
I’d been flirting, on and off, with this friend, who advertised themselves as a dominant. Mostly off by this point in time, due to a lack of consistent communication. Supposed to hang out for drinks, but excuses kept turning up. Until they messaged me for the final time, it turned out. The message contained quite …
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We shared space. Knew each other. Not able to touch. Not, for the most part, even thinking about touching each other. Simply sharing our words, our philosophies, our worries. But the first time we touched bodies, you came back the following morning (after spending the entire day with me) and said, “I just wanted to …
(If Kitten could figure out how to combine food and napping in the manner of the above photo, she would.) I wake up, incomprehensibly still tightly curled inside my Master’s arms. This is just after our seventh anniversary. I awaken in the exact same position in which I fell asleep. “Snuggle in properly,” he says., …