I have everything I wanted. Someone once told me that I couldn't have it. That I was setting myself up to fail by looking for it. I wanted something more than multiple partners. I wanted a Husband -- a man who was dominant and sweet, a Daddy type, someone who would control me and help me . . . (More)
My son, four years old, running through the lawn at sunset. One arm raised above his head, carrying a stick. One arm down, with palm open to the earth.
I heard drums. I saw the bonfire. Even if only for a moment.
And I felt whole.
"I wanted to have something to say for this, but I changed my mind. You know what this means."
We're seated on the floor, in front of the fire.
"I don't want you to change. I want you just as you are. I want you as mine."
He places the strip of silver around my neck, and closes it.
"In ever . . . (More)
We sat on the wet sand, watching the waves. Hours before dawn, all we could see were the white tops as they tumbled to shore. The sky and sea were equally dark.
"I love you like that," I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
Huge, and deep. Life-giving. People search the universe fo . . . (More)
It's not about what you do. Or how you look. It's not what you give, or allow. It has nothing to do with your likes or dislikes. Your mannerisms and attitude are beside the point.
That spirit. That soul. That light inside of you that draws me.
That's why I love you. . . . (More)
I have been wanting to write a post about Jae, specifically, and how I feel.
The problem is, every time I sit down to do it, words escape me.Or, they come, but I'm not sure if I should really let them out of my head.
I love him. There is that. Those words are too simple, though. The world is compl . . . (More)
How do I even begin to explain how much that means to me? Or the difference between what we will have, and a 'play' collar.
I will start by saying that it is the same one I asked for long ago. Same man. Same piece of metal. Wide, silver, a pretty pattern, and screws at the back that make . . . (More)
Part of our weekend "away" was a simple trip to the City. We went to the Hawthorne district. My favorite part of the City, and apparently one of D's favorites as well. It has a wonderful feel to it. Like home.
We wandered into several shops. Browsing, mostly. At the first, there was a large display . . . (More)
I am sorry for the loss of K in my life. I worry for him. I wonder. I hope, for his future. He is such a beautiful, beautiful man, and I wish for his life to reflect and enhance that beauty. He deserves it. I am sad that I could not be a part of it. I started feeling that I was doing more to frustra . . . (More)