I keep thinking about it…

I don’t really have any feeling about it other than ‘Okay’. It’s one of those things that when a person has been gone already for a long time, it seems kind of pointless when they say good bye. Not pointless but redundant. I mean you’re already gone, nothing left but the ceremony. And so I’ve already missed her. I’ve already been without her. Her goodbye is a formality I just don’t have any feelings about.

Except, I feel a bit of relief, like ‘hunh, that wasn’t so bad.’


I’ve been defriended. I’m surprisingly okay with it. I learned my lesson well: I have no desire to hold onto something that only I have expressed a desire to have.


I need blurbomat and dooce to get back together; more than I need to know or care what happened. I need them to work it out. I need him to move back in and be better at whatever he was bad at. I need her to be better at whatever she was bad at. I need them to do what they do best together, for each other. They need to reconvene the procedure, wake up to little reading girls and crazy coco and their poetry reading cat dog.

I don’t know why but I keep dreaming about it and I don’t want to anymore.

about me

How do I talk about the things I want to talk about without talking about me? How do I talk about me without making myself discoverable as me? Some of the things I want to talk about, I’m embarrassed to talk about in person; I want to retreat to the anonymity of this written space. The thing is this space is not always as anonymous as I think. What if someone sees it? What if no one sees it? What would have been the point of writing about it here if no one sees it and talks to me about it?

I want to talk about kink and desire and sexual expression that isn’t about sex or another person. I want to talk about being seen as unattractive and how that effects sex and desire and sexual expression. I want to talk about my long celibacy and the regret and anger I have about the reasons and wherefores that created that celibacy. I want to talk about how low my sexual esteem has been and why I’m finding it hard to address.

I guess I will talk and say to those who may find their way here and who may also know exactly who I am that I will reject any efforts to embarrass me about the things I write. If you don’t want to read, don’t. If you want to have a conversation, that would be great. I’m dying for someone to talk to.