Thursday, October 29, 2015

the touch that can hold all my desires

My love and I have decided to love each other without a container.

The very first day we sniffed each other, more than seven years ago, he said, "I don't like caged beasts". In that moment, I knew that I would fuck him.
Then I fell in love with him.
And I loved him wildly. Deeply. Also goofily.

Yesterday, we released each other into the wild, bits of his heart embedded in my heart,
bits of mine embedded in his.

Sunday, October 25, 2015


So, apparently, Jean-Paul Sartre (yeah, that guy again) said, at the end of his life, that you know you are loved because you feel freer in the company of the lover, the other, than you feel when you are alone.

This reminds me of what Linda Putnam said: That the touch you never want to leave is the touch that can hold all your desires.

I am thinking hard about these right now.

Sunday, October 4, 2015


Lately, I have been thinking about my orgasms as territory.
Between the mounting excitement in my own body and the eagerness of my partner’s anticipation, is a territory of sensations shaped by both primal pleasure and social obligations. 

I begin to wonder, whose territory is this? Whose orgasm is this anyway?