You Need Help: What To Do With This Meaningless, Single Life?
I want to try to hold space here for both: for your (and my, really) pain and for the possibility that you may not feel this way forever.
I want to try to hold space here for both: for your (and my, really) pain and for the possibility that you may not feel this way forever.
Your feelings are deeply understandable, even though your partner isn’t doing anything wrong. If you haven’t already, it’s time to seek trauma therapy.
When I eventually had one of the best orgasms of my life, I felt like something inside me had been rearranged.
I wish my doctor had mentioned the relationship between stress and chronic yeast infections.
Lube. Just lube. Lube for regular sex, with or without toys. Lube anytime, for anything. It’s lube!
“We met in 1995. I was in grad school and had a job at the campus women’s center. I helped her hang an art show. We later hung out at a feminist science fiction convention. We’ve been together ever since.”
“How do I get myself to understand what love can really be, after the initial sparks fade?”
I couldn’t acknowledge that this was unsustainable, that my life wasn’t the novella I had convinced myself it was.
The queer community played a special role in shaping how the word is used today. Are you ready to learn more? Say, “Yes, Daddy.”
Dating has often felt like a game I don’t know how to play. “An elaborate puzzle,” as you say. One where the pieces are sharp as knives that cut to the core of my deepest insecurities.
Then I feel something wet…but not in a place where I’m supposed to feel something wet. Also, it’s kind of rough.
She keeps me warm. And also: Fiona Apple is a court watcher in Maryland in her spare time (a model citizen, one might say), nine gay ghost stories, and Frog & Toad are cozy queer icons.
I was having my first group sex experience AND my first queer experience in one night?!
In remembrance of the buzzy little friends who saw me at my best and my worst.
We both froze as we heard what can only be described as…a queef of confusion.
It’s not that I was no longer attracted to cisgender people — I was hoping to find parts of myself reflected in the people I dated.
I had them lean over my bed, and that’s when I saw it: My submissive’s hungry hole had swallowed the butt plug.
Rubbing your bits against another hot bod is both physically and visually pleasurable, no matter what you call it.
As scary as this sounds, in order to date, you’re probably going to have to actually ask people out.
“Remember your bi phase?” my best friend asked when we were in our 20s. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah. It was never a phase.”