I had my first non-solo orgasm with my boyfriend when I was about 16 or 17.
I was in my last year of high school, he was a year or two older, was at university.
Unlike other girls of my age, our dates involved going out for dinner. I don’t know why. Maybe I saw it in movies and insisted that that was what a date looked like. We would mostly go to a pub … Continue Reading
I just read this post on Ann St Vincent’s blog, and it prompted more thoughts on habitual patterns of behaviour.
It’s easy to see patterns from the outside. So very easy.
People you know choosing the same kinds of partners (emotionally unavailable, clingy, distant, unreliable, incompatible etc etc), having the exact same interactions, running into the exact same problems over and over and over.
When you read a blog where someone shares their life, it’s … Continue Reading
Twice I have had men in my life say to me that they couldn’t come and see me.
Twice they were remote from me and there was an unspoken agreement that they would visit when they had the chance. In each case, it was a big trip, a long trip, but a given. It was what we did, what we needed to do.
Twice they used similar words, strange to hear them tripping out of … Continue Reading
I mostly write glimpses here: snippets out of context, strobe-light moments.
They are my version of the truth, but they are incomplete, of course, so the impression they leave is imperfect.
I curate carefully for many reasons, some of which I have talked about before.
My rules for writing about people are:
And that’s limiting enough because most people who I write about know my … Continue Reading
I have hated new year’s eve for as long as I can remember.
The crowds, the desperate reaching for fun-times, the drunkenness, the random groping by strangers, the forced joie de vivre, the alcohol-fuelled ‘gis-a-kiss’ demands, the paniced avoidance of strangers’ grabby-handed slobbering on the stroke of midnight. I hated it all.
But it was a ‘thing’ for young people. A big thing. So I tried. Year after year I tried and each time I’d … Continue Reading
This is what I sound like when I am slightly drunk, when I am writing and suddenly typing seems like too much trouble so I decide on audio instead, when I am languid and lounging on the couch, a slight slurring, almost in too much stupor to force the words past my lips…
I suspect this is similar to how I sound after sex.
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I like the pet name ‘baby’.
It’s not because I … Continue Reading
I read a post on The Drew Duality that stirred up a flurry of tiny memories.
Drew had a bad night with his partner, not because of some huge fight, but because of a couple of exchanges where his partner hurt him unintentionally.
It’s a post about expectations and saying the wrong thing.
We all have our moments of ‘wrong responses’ to things, and have all been on the receiving end of them also. And … Continue Reading