Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the beauty of people around me. I mean, sure. Aesthetically pleasing. But this, this is a different kind of beauty. The beauty of shadows and light. Complex expressions on the edge of sight. The way he bends. The way she turns her head. The way they smile, sleepily, curled up… Continue reading Fragments
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The End is Queer
I’ve been on a bit of a queer rampage again lately: telling stories, sharing histories. Explaining why I have such strong feelings about the term “partner.” Trying to explain that I feel a little like I’m navigating a foreign landscape because really, this whole year has been an adventure in renegotiating my relationship with my own queerness,… Continue reading The End is Queer
How You Sleep
Tell me how you sleep. I want to know the fleeting thoughts in the final seconds of consciousness that lull you toward dreams. Do you remember your dreams and if so, are they in full color? Do they start fresh every night or recur over and over like a well-loved movie? Do they tell you… Continue reading How You Sleep
The Gifts We Offer
I don't even know how to write about this camp. If I could have whispered my wildest dreams into some secret part of my heart, I don't think even those would have dared to wish for such extravagance. And perhaps it feels so luxurious because of its subtleties. There are the big moments, yes. The… Continue reading The Gifts We Offer
By the Way, I Love you
Oh, and by the way, I love you. Let's get married. We can break up tomorrow, because these words don't mean what we were taught they mean so we can redefine them to our liking and laugh at the lack of comprehension. Let's fuck, the friends-with-benefits way, the no-strings attached way that means that we… Continue reading By the Way, I Love you
I love the things that are terrible for me
I keep thinking about how much I love the things that are terrible for me. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I want to cultivate the things in my life that are healthy, balanced, mutual, sustainable, stable, and minimally dramatic. That is, ultimately, my goal in most relationships and long-term dynamics. But let’s be real:… Continue reading I love the things that are terrible for me
Shit, I love you and you haven’t met my teddy bear
I spend a lot of time thinking about mental health and kink, partially because I’ve had to learn to navigate kink and being poly while coming to terms with some of the challenges presented by my own mental health. The short version of a very long story is that I am, most likely, somewhere on… Continue reading Shit, I love you and you haven’t met my teddy bear
Monomaniacism 