It was rather serendipitous that we had a fight *uncomfortable conversation* on Friday night in which the very seed of our marital problems had a bit of a grow. See, our marriage is pretty perfect in every way but one. Even our sex life is good, except when it comes to our fantasies and proclivities.…
Happy Friday! And, of course, Happy #boobday! Like many people, I see Fridays as a special day , something to look forward to and celebrate each week. It’s a small celebration…making it through another week to the weekend. It isn’t because I don’t like my work; I do, very much most days. But it takes…
Maintenance masturbation…or what I’d call Quick Release…is both necessary and superficial for me. It isn’t deeply satisfying, like the type that engages my brain…the kind constructed of a mental image and often inspired by visual or audio stimulation (books, music, movies). That kind is gradual. It sneaks up on me, like the shadows from a…
Have you ever been so attuned to another person that you could sense their moods from across the room? It’s not about details – the how or why of a feeling. It’s just the feeling. I noticed Him, on the couch yesterday evening, while I was busy working on a school assignment. Typing away on my…
I’m constantly reconsidering things. Re-planning. Revising. Reflecting. Things never seem to be “good enough” or “right…just yet.” On the one hand, that’s okay, maybe even preferential, as it keeps me striving for something better all the time. Motivated. But on the other hand, it wears me the fuck out sometimes. Currently, I’m involved in hybrid…
It’s raining here, and I’m in a mood. The cold, heavy drops are so thick it makes the air look hazy, and the sky is a listless gray. These are the sorts of days I want to crawl back in bed and sleep through. But I reach into my brain in search of the reset…
Love’s Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye– The smile that proves the parent to a sigh Thus doth Love speak. How does Love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs,…
I forgot to set my alarm for this morning and woke up an hour later than normal. Just as I submitted my digital health form that attested I am eligible to work in person today, a text came through canceling classes due to snow. The irony is, yesterday’s early morning roads were terrible — sheet…
The final image in the series. The enlargeable version is below…
You write your name on my skin, from across the room, your gaze both creating boundaries and opening up the universe, silently telling me yes or no — invisible conversations between simple daily activities, like dressing for dinner, driving across town. The heat of your touch blossoms anew as I sit. I hold the menu, looking at…