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christian


when we'd see each other at the end of his day, he would wrap himself around me, our faces in each others neck... breathing in from that crook where neck meets shoulder, whispering our hellos to each other. i’d stretch out on the sofa, feeling the coolness of the leather through my jeans and cotton t-shirt... he would lie next to me, touching my dimple, linking his hand in mine, rubbing the neck of my shirt as we watched a film or read. he’d lean against me when he talked, his… Continue

good vibrations


i'd been married more than once, never happy in the private areas of the bedroom, feeling out of place, out of sorts, out of step with the desires of my partners. each time a divorce created intense pain for my husband of the moment, and a sense of relief for yours truly, yet, still, i felt.....strange.

nothing helped; not therapy, not self-awareness books, talking to friends, weeping--not even railing against god and the universe. the deep knowledge something wa… Continue