September 2013

A bit of housekeeping on the e-mail delivery front.

A new Tumblr, devoted to the GIFs that move me.

I don’t want to bend you to my will. I want your will to curl into mine like shrink-wrap — no distance, no submission, just utter harmony. Maybe that’s not dominance. Maybe it’s just infantile.

The shame of buying a pack, and the way my body betrays me by feeling better the moment I decide to do it.

A woman on a train, and the stories I tell myself about her.

I tossed off a quick answer about loneliness, then spent the next few hours realizing I was wrong about myself — and tracing the line from rejection to shame to paying for the very rejection I was trying to escape.

Navigating the minefield of CraigsList couples, where clarifying your sexual preferences can earn you a lecture on hetero-normativity from a former burlesque dancer.

I’m dominant, sure — but I can’t write about it without also writing about my doubts, my moods, my humanness, and I know that’s not always what you came here for.

Kipling’s “If—” — a poem I needed to be reminded of just now.