He had never done it before, and something in the universe decided it was time, because where I hadn't seen the stuff in years, suddenly the tiny drug-soaked bits of colored paper made their way into our hands ( Read more... )

It can't just be drunken ramblings. I know it wasn't; they do, too ( Read more... )

In my life of love, at least for the last little while, I've always been the wild one. My sexual liberation came late, and I relished in it while I had the luxury of a tolerant, loving boy who had been polyamorous for so long that it was almost old to him. He was looking for security; I was looking for adventure ( Read more... )

In this space I find a way to talk about this life, hopefully without the invasion of the known. It will be interesting to see who gathers here, if those who know my reality will catch up with the fiction.

For now, welcome, whoever you are, however you've found me.

Here I speak of the things I can speak only to my lover.

And sometimes, not even