Falling In Love
“I went back to my boyfriend’s house and he fed me crumpets with butter and a bottle of Prosecco, and then fingered me and I fell asleep.”
People are quick to foreclose possibilities in life. But I won't let an obstacle like distance keep me from the man I'm falling in love with.
We spent three blissful years together—then a darkness took hold.
Why loving someone means allowing them to be who they are, even when that person is no longer in sync with who you are.
While some may think there's a limit to the amount of love one can give, I discovered in London that the more my family expands, the more I feel the opposite is true.
I already had a husband, a boyfriend, and all the guys I could fuck. I had enough guys. Then there was Conor.
Song Exploder and Sylvan Esso on xylophones, Tommy James, and falling in love.
All my life I had fantasies about orgies, but when I finally became a swinger I found out that the scene can be pretty messy in more ways than one.
I just broke up with my best friend, a man I've shared the last half-decade of my life with. And yet, I don't hate him. It's odd, not hating him. Not only do I not hate him, I still love him (albeit non-romantically.) I still want him in my life.