Trigger warning: Mental health.
A little while ago I was on a very lovely first date with some really nice conversation (some really lovely messing around too, but that’s a story for another day!). During the conversation I said something along the lines of “Pretty much all my friends are queer, and I’m the odd hetero out. Some times I wish I could just become honorary queer and distance myself from all the toxic BS going on with lots of cishet men.”
This writing has been brewing in my head for 2 days now but it hasn’t really solidified yet. I’ve decided to write it anyway, so apologies if it seems to ramble or not go anywhere.
We have had this rule, ever since we started. It was mostly a result of both of us dealing with exes who would mangle the truth, hide things or flat-out lie. The rule is very simple: say what is on your mind. Or as we like to more aptly call it:
I hurt myself today, to know that I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real
It’s been 4 days since my vasectomy, so it’s also been 4 days since I have cum. I’m not used to that, I hardly ever go more than 2 days without orgasming.
Her scent is intoxicating to me. I breathe it in deeply on that first hug, as she whispers in my ear “I’ve missed you daddy”. I want to tell her that I’ve missed her too, that the week was long and I’ve missed the way her skin feels under my touch. I want to say that I love her and that I’m happy to be together again.
How did you get here? The date started off fairly normally… Meeting for coffee, laughs, some drinks. When did it take this dark turn?
Ik zie best veel posts langs komen de afgelopen tijd over termen als cisgender waarbij ook mensen die ik normaal gesproken best hoog heb zitten zich afvragen waar al die terminologie over gaat en waar het voor nodig is.
So, there has been a lot of talk going on again on fat/fit shaming… time for me to break out my favourite technique: the analogy.
I’d like to take you along with me with what goes on in my head on a typical morning run.