Hello–how are you doing, reader? I wrote that post about relationship anarchy the other day and worked hard to state my problem with it. I came up with a few ideas: relationship anarchy doesn’t recognize my family. It’s used as an excuse not to be there for people. It’s another hierarchy. But somehow I missed… Read More »
Hello, how are you doing? I was thinking about my problem with relationship anarchy and wanted to explain. You’d think I would like it. I love relationships, and I’m an anarchist. But no–I am not a relationship anarchist. I’ve had friends who do relationship anarchy, and I read a manifesto some years ago. freedom Freedom… Read More »
Hello–how are you? Something hurting me lately is being pathologized by people who don’t understand what I’m doing. They have not seen someone do quite what I’m doing, and they misperceive it as some other thing they have seen and don’t like. It’s a way for them to center themselves as valid and Other me… Read More »
Hello, I’ve been thinking about nesting. I’m quite the nester. If I’m really close to someone, especially if sex is involved, I want to live with them. That’s just the kind of animal I am. Cozy, cuddly, caring, curious, homey, needy animal. I was thinking about nesting because I met a couple–they seem to really… Read More »
Trying to get away from the last person I was in a dysfunctional relationship with–wow, that was hard work. I’ve had many low-key dysfunctional relationships, but this was one of the more dangerous and expensive. I want to write about how to know it’s a no. Please learn from my errors! when you’re afraid to… Read More »
Hello, I’ve been working on art and boundaries lately. I want to show you this dragon I finished. I was working on it for a while. It’s a fire dragon based on a stone engraved picture of Quetzacoatl that I found online. I feel proud of my work. My friend Ariel cheered me on. She… Read More »
“Hey, honey! I don’t understand your dressing! How could it be so good? I thought ranch dressing was horrible, the most boring shit ever! So bad, it was offensive.” I was excitable, about dressing. “Is that because ranches have fences?” Ming asked. “Ranches do have fences,” I said. “Are we talking about ranchers shooting wolves… Read More »