Posts Tagged ‘password’

Protected: “And bowing not knowing to what”

03/05/2014  |  Enter your password to view comments.

My dad died two years ago tomorrow. What's the word for someone's death anniversary? Deathiversary? Anniversary of their death? There... more

Protected: Coming Out

10/18/2011  |  Enter your password to view comments.

Last week, October 11th was National Coming Out Day. I saw it announced at various places, I saw friends make... more

Protected: Getting My Feet Under Me

10/17/2011  |  Enter your password to view comments.

Thank you for all the comments about my business with god and my struggles with writing, sharing my very intimate... more

Protected: My Business With God

10/11/2011  |  Enter your password to view comments.

I've mentioned a few times that Kristen and I are pursuing couple's therapy, and that process—along with other things—is opening... more

Protected: “So, What Happened?”

10/28/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

This blog was founded on relationship drama, mine. I was in a relationship with a girl that wasn't working, but... more

Protected: Stone: Occam’s Razor

09/07/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

"What do you think about?" I'd taken my cock off. We lay, thin layers of sweat cooling us from the circulation... more

Protected: It’s Official

08/04/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

Kristen and I have moved in together. And though it is officially official, now, as of August 1st, it still... more

Protected: Things I’m Doing

07/06/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

... To Attempt To Keep Myself Sane. Writing. And by that mostly I mean Writing/Work, which are things like product reviews,... more

Protected: Oh, hi there

06/07/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

I feel crazy behind on my work on Sugarbutch. I have dozens of drafts and many half-written posts in my... more

Protected: Spring Cleaning: Needing Sex and Space

04/09/2010  |  Enter your password to view comments.

Earlier this week, as we were settling into bed, Kristen brought something up with me: she wanted to have more... more