What is the shape of desire? What is its form, it's boundary, it's motion? Inside my gut, electric movement. Does desire have tendrils, the kind that spread like mist beneath the skin until the body hums, a slow seeping? Or does it come quick and blinding, the lighting strike that rents the heart into fragments… Continue reading The Shape of Desire
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Write Everything
Write about the wolf, about your colors shifting, about demons and demigods and the other strange things that are more common in your life than you want to admit. Write about shifting, and shapeshifting, and feeling the stirring behind your eyes that people see but rarely recognize, something feral, something free, something unbound to skin… Continue reading Write Everything
I Can’t Tell You How To Terrify Me
CW: edgeplay and CNC discussion It drives me nuts that I have a hard time writing about CNC and certain kinds of edgeplay. I wrote Edging Edgeplay not too long ago, but I really have a hard time writing- particularly erotica- about these things. It's frustrating. Probably the closest thing I have to a singular kink is psychological masochism… Continue reading I Can’t Tell You How To Terrify Me
Vulnerability Like a Mantis Shrimp
Color has always been a resonating analogy for how I understand and interpret the world. People have colors- not like auras, but there are characteristics that I associate with certain colors. Most people are either red or blue. Occasionally, someone is purple. In very rare cases, someone is green. It doesn't mean much of anything… Continue reading Vulnerability Like a Mantis Shrimp
Ceramic Moments
CW: references to addiction and drug use Leaning up against the car, the damp scent of new dawn permeating the air. I close my eyes, grasping a cup of coffee and remembering mornings in gas station parking lots, the condensation of my breath mixed with smoke, the shape of a styrofoam cup, the scent of… Continue reading Ceramic Moments
The Fire Came Back
The fire came back, and I can feel it tensing in my bones, running ripples down my spine. I need to burn, to feel the edge of pain pressing against a threshold, to breathe into it and through it, to know that fear and burn through to acceptance. It’s potent, visceral; I can burn anywhere… Continue reading The Fire Came Back
Addendum to FetLife (public) Relationships
So, a couple days ago, sitting backstage of a convention where I was working as part of the tech crew, I started scribbling down some thoughts on my phone about FetLife relationships because it was something that was fresh on my mind and, between tech sets, I had time to kill. By the end of… Continue reading Addendum to FetLife (public) Relationships
On FetLife (Public) Relationships
So, a particular relationship in my life has been shifting, and recently, we decided to change our FetLife relationship to more accurately reflect where we are- from something nebulously platonic to something nebulously not-so-platonic. (Turns out I've developed a taste for the nebulous.) But it's got me thinking about public FL relationships, and the concepts… Continue reading On FetLife (Public) Relationships
Edging Edgeplay
CW: discussion/reference to con-noncon-ish stuff Sometimes, I like to play with fucked up things. Only, they don’t really feel fucked up. They’re just… what my brain does. What my brain has done for as long as I can remember having fantasies. Coming into my room at night, coercion, seduction, “you’d do this if you really loved me,”… Continue reading Edging Edgeplay
Action Vs. Identity: A Response
This morning, I read a piece by another author and it sat really strangely with me for a while. With her consent to link and respond, I wanted to talk a bit about what it brought up for me and my own thoughts on it. Before I begin, please let me say: I do not intend… Continue reading Action Vs. Identity: A Response
Monomaniacism 