I Am My Own Ex

“If you treated a partner the way you treat yourself, would you tolerate it?” Short answer: no. Long answer: I’d dump my ass the way I was dumped. Long nights of contemplation and bouts of fighting back tears have reinforced that I was not abandoned out of a lack of love. It was limits of… Continue reading I Am My Own Ex

Zone Control

Paradoxically, talking about comfort zones makes me uncomfortable. Not because they are strange things, or because I don’t understand them. I do. I know consent is a vital, essential thing, and you cannot and should not cross into someone else’s comfort zone without that consent. When you do, apologize and back out. At least, if… Continue reading Zone Control