Moth/flame
Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the[…]
Read moreLike a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the[…]
Read moreFumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….
Read moreIn which I’m stood up by a woman I’ve yet to meet.
Read moreCharlotte’s leaving me – at least for an evening. And, good girl that she is, she’s taking care of me in her absence. But it’s NOT easy.
Read moreMaking myself comfortable in the face of loss and abandonment.
Read moreIt’s really easy to step away from me in a way that won’t hurt me. Please – don’t hurt me.
Read moreHow I use Charlotte to revisit my painful past. Not her fault, but….
Read moreAnother part of my mother’s abandonment of me, of my loss of safety.
Read moreListening to Charlotte’s pleasure.
Read moreI’m vulnerable.
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