• saying hard things pink square like a package hole in the middle white face with pink lipstick
    Aging,  Decisions,  distress,  Experiences,  Random thoughts and processing,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Self Love,  Trust

    Love is Saying the Hard Things

    Love is saying the hard things.  Sometimes the hardest things to say are the things that need to be said.  Recently while sharing some whiskey with a friend, he made a comment so significant that it stopped me dead in my tracks. “The problem is T, love is saying the hard things, and you aren’t good at saying the hard things.” Well, fuck me!  The main problem with this was I instantly knew he was right, and that stung a little bit.  In my defense, I don’t like hurting people’s feelings.  I also do not like confrontation.  Put those two together and its a losing combination.  Who looses?  Everyone! I…

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    Aging

    My Twenties

    My twenties were a mix of things.  Looking back, it should have been the best time of my life.  While my friends were still going to bars and trying to hook up, I had settled down.  Married at the age of 24, we owned a house and had started down the road to adulthood.  I had a good job, a nice house with an inground pool in the back yard, decent neighbors, and everything he had promised.  The only thing missing was happiness. I didn’t know it at the time, and even if I had some subconscious notion of not feeling happy, I would have and probably did suppress it.…

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    Aging,  Decisions,  Experiences,  Memes and Things,  Random thoughts and processing

    I wonder what age that is…

    So let’s get real about age.   I have a love-hate relationship with age and aging.  My whole life, my mantra when others would complain about their age, aching muscles, or whatever was related to age; I would say it is just number.  I firmly believe this to be true.  My beautiful mother is 80 years old.  She walks over 20,000 steps a day, does yoga twice a week, and goes to the gym twice a week.  She plants and works her garden, and has several flower beds that she tends throughout the year.  Her energy is phenomenal!  I also always joke that I take after my father.  She has…

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    Experiences,  kinks,  Learning the Hard Way,  Masturbation Monday,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Sir/Daddy,  Thoughts,  Toy for Sir,  Trust

    Dagger

    I swore I wasn’t going to write about you anymore.  I closed the door and locked it securely – or so I thought.  But today, today hit me in the heart like a dagger.  A feeling I thought I would never experience again.  Sadly, I was wrong once again.   Apparently, I will never be able to forget the experience of this dagger.  The unseen sharpness that slices through my skin with invisibility, piercing my heart with expert precise movement, never failing to hit its mark. This dagger is elusive, sneaky, stealthy.  The moment I think I have buried it, lost it, destroyed it, it returns to me out of nowhere.…

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    Red

    All my life my favorite color was red!  Perhaps that was a sign.  Funny thing is, back in the day, girls were supposed to like pink and pastel colors and red was for whores.  It wasn’t a power color back then.  I don’t even remember when it changed or when I noticed it changed, but I always loved the color. I started wearing red when I was pregnant with my daughter.  I hated all the maternity clothes.  The word Baby with an arrow pointing to my stomach was not cute to me.  So I bought larger clothes and started adding red scarves and such. Embracing the “red” in my life…