Every morning I look at his face and listen to his voice saying things to me that I long to hear repeated over and over. I long for him to think them. This week I am having to let go of a lot of things . Maybe I should have let go of him, too… Continue reading Voices
Category: Reflections
Packing Up
My first step into bdsm was actually through romance novels, more specifically, Harlequin romances. I stole a few from my mom first when I was in junior high, and as I was packing up some things today, I noticed I still had the first two. They are worn and slightly yellow, but the silverfish never… Continue reading Packing Up
a Habit
When you smiled, the morning blushed pink& gold. Violent & tender. Horrifying & warm.My ache left me behind. I thought: okay.I could get used to this.& I did. I got used to you. You became a habit& god knows I can never get rid of habits.You, who told me I was worthy.You, full of ink… Continue reading a Habit
Living in the Unknowing
So much that lays before us is unknown, but there are things behind us too that we can’t know. I often worry about both things. What could I have done differently in the past and what decisions do I need to make for the future to get and see clearly that life that is meant… Continue reading Living in the Unknowing
Life’s Playlist
Hey, baby, won't you look my way?I can be your new addictionHey, baby, what you gotta say?All you're giving me is fictionI'm a sorry suckerAnd this happens all the time --- Everybody Talks by Neon Trees On the road this morning and jamming to a new playlist. It's a mixture of rock and alternative with… Continue reading Life’s Playlist
Lisa Gray 