The sweetness of unfurling.

Truth is love. Love is truth. That's why love is all we need.

When I write these posts
as an opportunity to share
— just share—
& feel
—just feel—
they feel cleaner.

In that order.

Share & feel.
Share & feel.

Catharsis, embodied.

Fuck.

I feel accosted with myself every time I see this page. And yet, it’s all I want.

What an erotic metaphor. And what a metaphor for the erotic itself.

… And what a metaphor for most people’s patterns in relationships.

(Wink wink, nudge nudge)

So, I’m here.

So, I stay.

Because it’s important to me.

Because these feelings will not— & do not— destroy me.

In fact…

They’re beautiful too.

They’re the most beautiful thing that is.

I have my Sensate around my neck.

It whirrs comfortingly like a kitten, but without the weight of an animal.

I feel my body soften. I am so grateful.

I get to do this.
I get to live here now.
I get to be here now.

I get to design my life the way I wa…