Loss

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

When women disappoint me once, they almost always do it again. And again. And again. And still? I keep going back for more. Though less than before.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

Does polyamory protect against loss? I think not….

Living in fear of the past….

Coming apart, just a little, afterwards….

Making myself comfortable in the face of loss and abandonment.

I hate it when you leave me. Here’s how to make it (less un)bearable.

Relationships lead to loss. Jealousy is how I remind myself of that certainty.

I’m sorry I didn’t get to see more of Alexandra’s ass.