I started this as a private response to someone I consider a dear friend, but it got out of hand and I didn't want her to feel like I was proseletysing. There's been a few other incidents in my life recently which sparked the length and vehemence herein, so I probably am a bit. But here it goes ( Read more... )

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AfterglowComfortably entwined ( Read more... )

( When an entry is titled with Nine Inch Nails lyrics, I think most of you know what to expect. Probably triggery. )

In the afterglow of making love with my husband, I can look down and see the silverings of the faded stretch marks across my legs and stomach and breasts as beautiful.

You all made excellent points. (Well, jilder made excellent points that you all agreed with ( Read more... )

A certain meanie to whom I am engaged seems to not want me to walk down the aisle to this song:

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I love it. But before I turn all Bridezilla on the poor boy, I thought I'd throw it open to a jury of our peers. What do y'all think? Am I missing something? Is it a bad song?

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(ghymoreids_mum should love this, it's one of the few carols I *think* she doesn't hate with a blind fury ...)

Also, after last night, I have decided that henceforth every anniversary of my divorce shall be celebrated with a date with my girlfriend. Live band optional. Getting tapped for a volunteer job at the Globe definitely optional*. But yes. ( Read more... )

Does a day get any better than this? Lazing in bed in the early afternoon, snuggling my fiancé, watching Captain Jack (Harkness) and getting a text from my girlfriend proposing an evening of live music and ... whatever happens ... for this weekend.

Magic.

=D

[T]herapy also helped me identify when my past would rear up and cause me to get self-abusive, with no trigger and no discernible, tangible reason. There’s just a lot of that shit built up, and it comes out in bits and pieces, usually whenever I feel happy and calm and nothing’s going on. BAM. Crippling depression. Because there’s no trigger, no ( Read more... )