I’ve been writing for… fuck, as long as I can remember. I still have old notebooks and journals from when I was a child (and, now parenting a child of a similar age, I am living the mortification of letting her read them when she asks and cringing at the words of my younger self.… Continue reading Inconvenience and Insecurity
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Let Me Take You In
Let me breathe in your scent, heady and rich, the musk of sex and desire and sweat. Let me taste it on your skin, on your lips, on your fingertips. Let me take you in my mouth, pressing you slowly deeper against the back of my throat. Burn away the uncertainty and let me feel… Continue reading Let Me Take You In
Here, Have a Blanket
It’s a running joke between a friend and myself: “Here, have a blanket.” It stems from a mutual agreement of blanket consent in how we physically touch and interact with one another. When one of us (usually me), does something (e.g. I start punching him because he’s being ridiculous, because he often is) and then… Continue reading Here, Have a Blanket
Fingertips
I exist in the cracks of forgotten time, the limbo of elongated limbs stretching as dawn breaks across the horizon. I watch your face while you sleep, wondering about the dreams dancing beneath your eyelids. Shifting slightly, I take stock of my body, feel the stretch and pull of my skin sliding across muscle, test… Continue reading Fingertips
Radical Vulnerability
I was having a conversation with a friend last night (because yes, a lot of my internal self-growth comes from having amazing friends that push and challenge my understandings and expectations of the world), and we were talking about vulnerability. At one point, I asked, “Does harm=vulnerability?” and he responded, “Isn’t vulnerability the risk of… Continue reading Radical Vulnerability
Friends with Intimacy
If there are things that do not appear inherently sexual (but very much are), can’t the same be true in reverse? That there are things that look, from the outside, incredibly sexual, but just…aren’t? He sits in the car with me while I smoke, my knees still shaking. He could read the cascading neuron failures… Continue reading Friends with Intimacy
Permission to be Human
Before I say anything, I want to say thank you. To those of you who have witnessed, held space for, and/or responded gently to me over the past week, I am eternally grateful. My mental health took a sharp swing, and I’ve felt like I have been grasping: grasping at connection, grasping at distraction, grasping… Continue reading Permission to be Human
We’re (Still) Not Dreaming
It’s been a couple days. We’ve pinched ourselves, screamed “WAKE UP!”, turned around three times and cursed (or spat), crawled under the covers, got blackout drunk, looked at endless streams of kitten videos, and prayed that this would all be some horrendous nightmare or well-executed (but thoroughly un-funny joke). We wake up again this morning… Continue reading We’re (Still) Not Dreaming
I Don’t Need Allies; I Need Comrades
note: this is pretty raw, unedited, emotional output. Please don't expect polished and shiny. I don't have it in me right now. My partner and I found ourselves having similar conversations with two separate people this morning. Amazing, wonderful friends who are so aware of their own privilege and the space they take up that… Continue reading I Don’t Need Allies; I Need Comrades
Thanks, and Fuck You Very Much
I'm scared to pick my goddaughter up from school. Today it was the guys in the car, slowing to a crawl and jeering, catcalling. I gestured at them to move the fuck along, but she still saw it. She didn't say anything, but she saw it. My heart skipped a beat when they pulled into… Continue reading Thanks, and Fuck You Very Much
Monomaniacism 