Musing

L and her husband are finding their way through the complicated terrain of non-monogamy, and I miss her while they do.

It’s not the fear of losing her. It’s the fear of being rendered worthless by whoever I lose her to.

The paradox of paying for what you most want: it delivers the act but destroys the meaning.

L tells me I’m not very sympathetic, and I want to understand why — even as I suspect the answer is staring back at me from every post on this blog.

What would it be like to cede control, to let someone else direct the action? I’m not sure it turns me on, exactly, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

Sometimes not fucking someone is the most dominant thing you can do.

There’s generous, open, compliant submission. There’s freely given, but somewhat reluctant, submission. And then there are bratty subs.

The Google searches I wish would lead you to me.

My wife worried I’d get sued. I did some reading. I’m pretty sure I’m fine—but I’d love a first-amendment lawyer to tell me I’m wrong.

Bear with me while I sort out the commenting situation.