I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. –Rainer Maria Rilke
I don’t watch porn very often, but I found myself questioning why that is yesterday, after seeing the prompt for “4 Thoughts or Fiction.” In fact, my brain went down a bit of a rabbit hole on the subject, following my go-to reflection questions: who, what, where, when, why, and how? Why and When So,…
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…
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…