Polyamory is difficult for some folks to conceptualize and impossible for many to embrace. A poem was shared with me this morning and i sat with it for a moment and smiled… it is here (A New Constellation by Marge Piercy). Those of us within the poly community call our arrangements many things: tribe, family, nest, polycule. … Continue reading
You say “hedonist” like it’s a bad thing… smirk… RIP, Ready Freddie Continue reading
i created this identity… this wawbat. Into her i permitted the me that i like… the me that gave me joy… the me i hoped to be. From her i attempted to banish the fear i felt in my everyday life, the past mistakes that i was punishing myself for, the limitations that my god … Continue reading
i love the way your mouth works wrapping around words i’ve never heard and explaining things i don’t understand delivering commands as easily as it whispers sweet nothings saying my dear one minute calling me slut the next i delight in its wanderlust… the way it travels meeting my mouth in unexpected moments brushing against … Continue reading
I’ve been giving some thought to the notion of my inner slut recently. When I was in my late teens, she spent a nice chunk of time “out and about” but it was different, somehow. Years of education later, I realize that promiscuity can be tied to abuse (disclaimer: not all who are abused act … Continue reading
