Abandonment, #4,121,943 (or, “life lessons”)
My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.
Read moreMy mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.
Read moreMy core masturbatory fantasy has shifted. It’s much less bodily, much more mental; much less sensory, much m
Read moreI’m a big fan of clear, respectful communication.
Read moreI imagine myself at the center of everyone’s decision-making. This makes me vitally important. And profoundly vulnerable.
Read moreA brief explanation of some of my sensitivity to rejection and abandonment.
Read moreI had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.
Read moreBeing a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.
Read moreIt was a Tinder date. I wasn’t especially optimistic, and, it turns out, I had good reason not to be especially optimistic. I really should trust my gut.
Read moreIn the end, Nastya made me feel unimportant. Not exactly undesired, just not prioritized, somehow disrespected. And so I ended things. Or let her end them. I’m not sure which.
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