How do I know I exist?
I sometimes forget that I am alive. Or rather, not so much alive as “extant.”
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I sometimes forget that I am alive. Or rather, not so much alive as “extant.”
Read moreIn which I propose an alternate conceptualization of the wildly popular notion of “attachment styles.”
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Rollercoasters and relationships.
Read moreSometimes I struggle to sleep….
Read moreI can breathe.
Read moreThe addictive elixir of submission.
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Why clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….
Read moreI torture myself.
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