I heard someone say something simple… and sexy… and empowering recently. It had to do with his penis. More on that in a bit… This morning, I stumbled across a discussion on Fet related to consent violation… specifically a man confessing to what sure sounded like rape, but then backpedaling into a sad sort of … Continue reading
Right now, “I love you” feels like some seriously kinky shit. Edge-play, even. I’m not talking about the I love you that slips from our mouths when we hug our ride-or-die bitches, or snuggle with pets or children. I’m not talking about the I love you that rushes from our lungs mid-stroke, when our monkey … Continue reading
TRIGGER WARNING: childhood trauma, father, abuse, molestation When I was in an undergrad lit class, we were assigned poems to read and this was one. I had to dig it up online today and found it with keywords “father – dance – such waltzing was not easy” My Papa’s Waltz (Theodore Roethke) The whiskey on … Continue reading
I wrote this over a year ago. A few months later, I’d pull the plug (albeit temporarily) on this blog. I’d disable my wawbat facebook. I spent little time on fet at all between then and now, and when I came back to this blog today… I found this and marveled at the emotions which have … Continue reading
This is how it felt. My ability to navigate the world (the “real” one outside my front door) safely while enjoying and exploring who I really am? That was stifled. The judgment is bad enough. We’ve all been judged. We know what it is to be measured against society’s standards and to be found “wanting” … Continue reading
Nearly two years ago, I posted about a sangha dharma talk. The take-home for me was simply this: I am potential incarnate I’ve thought about it many times in the days since. I’ve shared that sentiment with others, especially the young adults with whom I rub elbows. YOU ARE potential INCARNATE. It crosses my mind … Continue reading
I grew up to the music of Karen Carpenter, Nat King Cole, and Johnny Mathis. Sprinkled in around them? Ridiculous Spike Jones and sad Jim Reeves. Lots of classical music served as the backdrop as I read from the shelves of my father’s study. At grandma’s there was Lawrence Welk and on the rare occasions … Continue reading
