Category Archives: March

Back Into Her Own

I’ve been so proud of myself for writing every single day. I have to admit that on days like today where I have no sex to talk about and no major issues to divulge, it seems silly to even open the computer, but write I must.

Choosing to write everyday is like choosing to make love everyday. It’s deciding what you want and keeping your eye on the ball, staying focused, and not letting the fear of imperfection sway you. Inaction is the only thing that will now disappoint me, and that’s the failure to limit distractions and reach my goals. Consistency is a skill I must build.

My Bustling Cackle

We laid in bed last night connecting. I told my husband my big dreams again, this time clearer than ever before. “I want to have a late night talk show with lots of laughs and drama and glam and fun,” I beamed looking up at the ceiling fan in our dimly lit room. “It’ll be a weekly show, well written by strong yet fiercely feminine women and distributed on Netflix or Hulu or something like that. Our audience will be professional women who are seeking more joy in life.”

He might have fallen asleep somewhere between women and joy, but my bustling cackle of a laugh stirred him back to our room and into the conversation. “Oh yeah?” his automatic reply, “Sounds like you’re getting ready to leave me!”

As Alone as Lonely Can Be

Yesterday felt like a blur, like I was carrying around a heavy block of ice. My body was weak and my emotions were numb. Depressed may be what some people call it. I tried to do my best with it since it was Mardi Gras Day after all.

My husband came home at some point during the day and flashed a shy smile my way. I could tell he didn’t have the energy to fight with me. I think he blew me a side ways kiss too, testing the waters. I snickered. A part of me wanted him to jump me, pound me, make me surrender to his power, and beg for my love. But that wasn’t the part of me who responded.

Whatever, I said without words tossing my head the other way.

Just Ignore Me

We’re not talking right now, and I’m afraid it went from bad to worse. The last time our marriage felt this bad, I started this blog. I can’t start another one. We didn’t have sex yesterday either.. the number of sexless days is shamelessly growing. We’re up to 8 now.

I cried my eyes swollen last night, a feat I’ve never accomplished before. Today I’m using ice bags in an attempt to bring them back down to normal.

Yesterday was the parade we ride in every year with our family. Although we already had the float, we hadn’t yet decorated it and still needed to get more beads. Our costumes needed to be decided and purchased too. For a family, this generally takes weeks, months even. It was shaping up to be a shitty last minute effort, and I wasn’t interested in propping up the mediocrity all by myself.

I’m all alone, again.

A Well-Fucked Woman

We missed our sex yesterday. Fuck, that makes 7 times in 2019. I don’t like starting a month from behind already. But we missed because he fell asleep and was nearly impossible to stir to life. Believe me, I took off his pants and tried. It’s a funny thing about a fat cat. My husband […]

Juicy Loosy Whore

Yesterday I did research.

Am I the only woman who thinks my clit is evil? Surely other ladies have come to this conclusion too. And surely those ladies (or gentlemen) will have some wisdom to share. But how exactly do you ask Google for this information? I tried a variety of options.

Stop touching clit. Minimize clit stimulation. Clit is bad.

Hell if I know how the people in this new community refer to their well hidden discovery! Perhaps there’s some popular hashtag only those in the know know to use? This is all new to me.