So, I'm enjoying being single. Which is weird, if you know me. If you don't know me, trust me- it's weird. I do not enjoy being single. I like having my person. And don't get me wrong, I'm still very much missing having my person, but it's ok. I had a phone conversation with an acquaintance … Continue reading I Caught A Canary
Some shit happened tonight and I am angry. I am lying in bed just going in circles mentally, and I remembered- I have a blog again. Bear with me while I work through this one. I attended a rope dojo tonight. I agreed to a scene with two of my favorite people. Marks are rarely … Continue reading Hard Limits
Y'all. I miss my old blog. I know, I know. If you miss it, go back to it. I still own the domain, I just have to switch settings to "public". But it's not actually that easy. Or I'm overthinking it, but the result is the same. You can't go back home...
I have this nasty, horrible habit of granting temporary people permanent privileges. I trust too quickly. I attach too fast. I open up, I invest, I believe. I let you in. Colleagues, friends, romances. I don't discriminate when it comes to allowing people too much access. Temporary guests should be offered coffee or tea, and … Continue reading Temporary People
Did you know that someone can figure out which websites you look at if they have access to your wifi connection? Or, I think they can. I'm no tech guru, but I'm pretty sure that this information is accurate. So, my brand new blog, my fresh start, my heart-wrenching decision to abandon my old blog … Continue reading Cornered
This had me sobbing the night I found it on Pinterest. I've been struggling with praying and my faith lately (read: for the last 6 years), and I find that I'm having a hard time talking to God like I used to. I often wind up non-prayers by asking Him to see what's in my heart … Continue reading Believe
I was driving home tonight, sobbing. I miss my old blog. I'd purposely kept it secret because I knew that if I was conscious of people I know reading my words, I'd censor myself. I'd fix things up, and hold back the ugly, and I'd write to what I thought they'd want to hear. And, … Continue reading Why a new blog?