Please don’t tell me how to grieve.
If you make me split the bill on a date with you, don’t expect me to go out with you again.
Having sex with the same person can get stale. But it doesn’t have to…
Call me picky, but I know what I like.
It doesn’t have to be a solo affair…
Once you see them, you can’t unsee them…
I can barely remember how things were before illness was the silent third entity in our relationship.
May is Masturbation Month, and it’s reminding me just how much I miss alone time since shacking up with my partner.
The staff made it clear my sexual orientation should be kept hidden.
I still think of her daily. And it still hurts.
I’m beginning to think there’s not a woman alive who wants less sex than her partner…
Because ghosts aren’t the only thing that can haunt people.
And I’m not the only one using Tinder for a bit of self-confidence, either.
Depression is difficult to live with, alone, or in a couple.
Did you stop for one second to think about the pain I might be in?