One of my most pleasurable tasks in school, was diagramming sentences. (What can I say, I was an odd child.) The compound predicates and the gerund phrases. The modifiers and the prepositions. Adverbs. Interjections. Subjects and verbs. Every word, analyzed and mapped out. Organized. Every single word had a place. It was perfect. It wasContinue reading “/poly/not poly/”
Tag Archives: Inspiration
The elusive orgasm of words.
I am trying to get something out into the universe, and it’s just. Right. There. It won’t come. I get close. There’s a tingle that starts to build. A beautiful, complete, sentence materializes, and I feel a small rush. I wait. But what comes next is a brittle collection of words that sends me backContinue reading “The elusive orgasm of words.”
This morning I woke up happy to be ME. I put on goldenrod colored panties and bra, the prettiest set I own. A well-worn pair of jeans slid over my hips and I felt awesome. I have people who love me. A warm house with room for everyone. I have a car, a job, aContinue reading “~Smiling~”
“If you can’t figure out your purpose, figure out your passion. For your passion will lead you right into your purpose.” ~ T.D. Jakes What’s your passion?
One year ago today, I posted my first writing on Poly Nirvana, titled “Perfect Poly”. I actually had written it a year before that, out of frustration with the larger poly community and this feeling of not fitting in anywhere; of not being evolved enough to feel true compersion, or mature enough to not everContinue reading “~Year~”
~Daydream For A Succubus~ (BOAW3 )
This is absolutely NSFW. As I have gotten older, I have come to a place where I can reconcile my sexuality with my mainstream socialization that “nice girls don’t”. I was forty-two years old before I discovered the pleasure and beauty of my own sexuality. My sexy. My sex. My sexy is mine, andContinue reading “~Daydream For A Succubus~ (BOAW3 )”
“Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.” I saw Buddy Wakefield a few years ago, in a tiny dive bar in downtown Boise. He was too large for the shabby venue, and there was so much awesome in his words that I’m sure the dozen or so people in the audience may have missed itContinue reading “~Listen~”
Today is not my birthday. But it is the day I gave birth to a small child, fourteen years ago. I called him my angel baby from the beginning. He had such a soft and shiny way about him. Now I look at him and my heart worries. He is still soft and shines bright.Continue reading “~Not~”
This evening, as I was sitting staring at a blank computer screen, idly considering whether to write about my recent anti-poly state of mind, or my excitement about my New Year’s resolution list, the doorbell rang. It was just before nine pm, and I had just put my youngest two to bed. They ran pastContinue reading “~Give~”
I should be asleep. The house is dreadfully quiet. The children have gone to my mother’s for a Thanksgiving meal, and I have been left alone to sleep. I got home from work this morning at 8am, and I’ll leave for another shift a little after 6pm. But I can’t sleep. I’ve had an amazingContinue reading “~Much~”