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?
It sounds counterintuitive, but hear me out.
When we said that we were BFFs, we meant it.
I’d been wandering around the world wounded and broken.
It doesn’t have to be a solo affair…