Loss

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.

I never used to cry, but now, I dry at the drop of the hat. Here’s what’s made me cry the last couple of days.

I use dominance and submission to achieve an elusive sense of safety.

Impermanence is the one constant. And Marina has reminded me of this.

Maybe Marina isn’t so brutal and sadistic after all…. Maybe I am the brutal, sadistic one.

A thirteen-year-old boy, a Hungarian village girl, and everything I’ve ever failed to do with women, written in dust.

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.