Meet the Parents

Many years ago, when I still held a bright-eyed view of the world most days, I used to imagine a world where tiny people exist. I existed in that world as well, and because I am the way I am, I imagined meeting a little guy, dating him, and eventually bringing him home to meet... Continue Reading →

I don’t give a fuck.

I watched my right hand dig into my purse when I did it. I didn't recognize it, even though it had been my hand from the moment I was born. It felt like a new hand. I saw it reach into my $80.00 purse (which is damned cheap as far as purses go, let me... Continue Reading →

Small Omen

I always decide what we're going to watch. Fortunately for him, I always decide we're going to watch something fun. A few days ago I sat with my little guy as we had dinner, and I asked him if he'd seen the ads for that new series, Good Omens. "It looks okay," I said. He... Continue Reading →

The ABCs game – W is for What Happened

I published this post a few hours ago without realizing I'd already done so last year. I was too exhausted to realize that last night as I've had very little sleep lately. I have no idea why I saved a copy as a draft if I had published it, but now I've fixed this post... Continue Reading →

Nap

I stare at my ink-stained hands, contemplating certain thoughts, and I know I only make sense to myself. What I think seems perfect, normal, desirable, even as I know that there are probably very few people in the world that want to spend any amount of time under someone's ass, and that number is reduced... Continue Reading →

Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

The ABCs Game – K is for Kisses

Good heavens (or bad ones in this case), I didn’t realize I wrote a blog entry with the same title about a decade ago. Oh, well… K is for Kisses. Again. At present I find myself only wanting to kiss someone tiny. That doesn’t mean I’d refuse to kiss a normal-sized man, but having only... Continue Reading →

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