unzipped last night

last night
in the garage
your unzipped sweater
with a bit
of your black
long john shirt
just peeking out
from underneath
showed off
your neck
and part of your chest
you are usually
zipped up
so tight
it unzipped me

To Waste A Moment

Maybe my inability to write stems from my need to retreat into knowing nothing. Humility demands respect. Sharing too much of what goes through my mind feeds the ego, as if what I have to say is actually significant. I've been attempting to get out of my mind more and simply live my life.

I've been wanting deeply again. Strong desire. Yearning. Overcome with love-lust. I woke up a week ago in the middle of the night crying. Grasping. But still, for all intents and purposes, I'm fairly content. I've been refusing to stay long in stories that cause me pain.

A friend shared with me that she's going through a difficult time. Recently returned from traveling abroad, she finds herself depressed, realizing that there is a limit to what she will be able to experience in this life. She is grieving the lost of the perceived unlimited possibilities of her youth. She is happy in her life. And yet...

I don't want to squander a minute of my life regretting--to waste a moment hesitating to love.

xox

Wanting to blog. So many feelings and so few words. Love is up big for me. Tenderness. A yearning for compassion. Big acknowledgment of the need for kindness in our relationships. Loving H. and Lover Who Is My Lover. Loving his wife, her boyfriend, and his wife. Loving Lover Who Is Not my Lover and his girlfriend...Ren and D.. Pema and her Loverman...She and He and She, and She and He...She and He and She and He and She and He, and She. She and He.

I'm not joking. These are all love relationships I have on my mind tonight.

Messages to Obama: Escalation in the Afghanistan War

Poly Is Hard

First and foremost, do the right thing. When Silver goes off to Portland with Tom, I kiss her goodbye, and wish them both a good trip, and take care of her cats while she's gone. Sometimes it feels good, and sometimes it doesn't, but I (try to) act like the person I want to be, not the person I feel like at the moment.

Matt wrote this back in 2006 on his Sex With Matt Blog. I read it back then and then happenstanced upon it again today and decided to post it.

Click here to read the whole Poly Is Hard post.

Here's the link to his blog.

Cunning Minx Interview at Poly Living

Check This Out--Pleasure/Pain

Here is a nice little article written by Mistress Mastisse about the euphoria of being on her side of the whip.