I Will No Longer Let Behavioral Patterns Deceive Me.
Patterns are the only way I can be clear with someone’s romantic intentions with me. Words are like threads, and the spinning of the loom like behaviors.
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The Evolution of Masculinity: Spirit, Relationships and Success.
Women accept and are attracted to specific types of men. We need to accept and respect each aspect of masculinity in them.
Lust and Spirit: What’s Love Got to Do with It?
My third love was a meeting of two souls, of great emotional, sensual, and spiritual depth. I would call it a higher love.
Love and Compulsion Cannot Coexist.
She uses her compulsion as a salve, as self-punishment, as an escape from her pain, as control, and as avoidance. It is bigger than she is.
What Being Ace Means to Me: Asexual Musings.
I don’t need to defend myself, but I feel I need to advocate for us asexual middle-agers who -- despite who we were before, whatever the hell came before, who we fucked, loved, identified as, whatever -- are whole now.
Where Love Is, Fear Rides Shotgun.
Fear can make us stay when we’re supposed to move, it can make us leave when we’re supposed to stay. Fear can make us run. It can paralyze us. It makes things complicated. It is the thing that makes you question all yo’ shit. It can make us forget that we love ourselves.
Maybe My Healing Isn’t About Me.
I’ve been through it before -- heartbreak, loss, despair. But somehow, being in its depths never gets easier. In fact, it seems the more I learn from my past and make better choices, the greater the subsequent pain, because I find myself falling out of a more perfect romantic union. More ...
A Love Letter To All Romantics: Keep Breaking Open.
Darling, none of us are much more than questions and commas and dizzy vowels stuck on repeat. I can’t give you answers, but I can listen to your questions and etch them firmly into my palms.
Falling In Love? Only On Days Ending In Y.
I could tell you that I get scared sometimes that I’ll never find what I’m looking for. That maybe I live in a magical land within my mind, dreaming up someone who doesn’t even exist. That maybe my standards are too high and my inner romantic is too hopeless and all of the days I’ve spent with ...