The things I am doing right, wrong, and asking myself I met my partner when I had two other boyfriends. He wanted me to be monogamous with him, so I ended two multi-year relationships and tried out monogamy. After 4 years of a lot of unhappiness, I finally reached my…

I met my partner on a fetish website. Let me say that again, I met my partner on a fetish website. At that time I had two boyfriends and was regularly attending BDSM dungeons for play parties. So when I met my boyfriend who wasn’t 20 years my senior, and…

I need to write. I need to process my feelings and I need to feel heard. — I have been busy. Graduating from my graduate program, ending an internship, starting a new job, and moving into a brand-new house is where I have been the last three months. I have also gained almost fifteen pounds, let my shopping get out of control, and found myself obsessively angered…

I was so caught up in new relationship energy I abandoned my own learned identity. — At the time, I was with a married man, more than 20 years older than me. I thought for sure his wife knew, but looking back I’m not so sure. I thought we were ethically polyamorous, but I’m pretty sure he lied to a naïve college student for a year…

She was crawling for windows. Scavenging for leaves. She hadn’t fully realized she was even inside at all. He found her and thought she was pretty. He wasn’t afraid of her gift of flight. He placed his hand into barriers to redirect her into a glass he had found in…

Waiting for that viral story is operant conditioning — I wrote one story about my ADHD that made $51.00. I breezed through the writing process and probably wrote the entire thing in about an hour. That’s $50 an hour. If I wrote for just 10 hours a week, I would make $24,000 a year from my side gig. I…

Bones — Bones Worn bone raw, Ripped and torn, Picked at, nipped, Until she’s licked, Of all free will.

Child of the earth — Child of the Earth I want to crawl beneath the stars… and let the universe hum me a lullaby. I want to paint circles in the sand… With my fingertips. I want to find a valley… And sing my hymn back to the earth.

Fine. I miss you. Not sure I can keep any of my lips to myself, ever. I will always have a wandering uterus. Wandering hands. Wandering eyes. Wandering mind. I certainly don’t miss your old skin. Or your jokes that whipped helpless people walking by. The way you talked to…