I visited an ex the other night – we’ve seen each other a few times since the break up, and it’s been awkward, distant, lonely, but nice, I guess, that we were able to exist in the same space together….
Tag: relationships
Write Some Dang Words Already!
The start of the year saps the creative life from my bones, takes my words and vision and grinds it to a halt. It’s always been this way. I’ve always put the blame on a wicked case of seasonal affective…
Speak // Swallow Me Whole
The below audio recording is an auditory transcript of this essay I’ve got my earbuds in and his voice – soft, yet rough, my favourite tempo – fills my ears. I could hear him speak for days, would listen to…
2018 Wrap Up + Write for Slixa!
Things have been quiet on my end lately; both my phone and my laptop had to go to the shop (more than once) and I traveled a LOT between Baltimore, Saskatoon, Edmonton, and all my holiday trips, but they should…
In Defense of Brats
Brats get a bad rep in the kink community. Dominants write them off immediately with a dismissive “I don’t care for brats”, submissives make it an “us vs them” situation. Some folks like to take them on for the challenge;…
Healing from Trauma
TW description of sexual/assault, trauma, mental illness, self harm, intrusive thoughts, gay slurs, slurs toward sex workers, non self-inflicted cutting, death threats, nonconsensual age play, suicidal thoughts, suggested necrophilia, nude photos, photos of implied (but not actual) cutting I haven’t…
Endings
CW: mentions of Daddy/boy kink. I broke up with a partner this year. The relationship had been over for a while and both of us were at fault, as is normally the case. But we didn’t want to accept it…
Collars
“I was wondering…” I began nervously, trying to control my voice in order to appear more relaxed than I actually was. “How would you feel about me having, you know, a thing. Of yours. That I could wear around my…
Falling Back in Love: a Romance with Rope
It’s weird to think that I had “a relationship” with rope, but it feels like it. I fell in love with rope the way I do with people; intensely, overwhelmingly, obsessively, make-it-my-world kind of love. I practiced at least once a…
Out with the Old, In with the New (Year)
2017 is finally over. I can’t decide if it sped by or crawled, and I also can’t decide if it was good or bad overall, but I’m ready to move on to the next set of adventures. I’m not going…