About five years ago I was sitting on the balcony outside my little garage apartment. I lived with my Leather family, and my little suite above the garage was my solitude, my sanctuary. I wasn’t sober then, I hadn’t found the strength yet. Having the drinks that always sat at my side, I was perchedContinue reading “Two Spirits”
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Musings: An erotic story with reading
Wrote this on a whim, after a dream with the scene envisioned. I’d left the Jehovah’s Witnesses and my marriage to my middle-school-sweetheart just two years before. Finally I could explore who I truly wanted to be. September 26, 2012 2:23 AM I rapped on the apartment door, once then twice, our agreed signal. ThereContinue reading “Musings: An erotic story with reading”
A Burd in Flight 