Beloved and I are no longer together. Heartbroken.
I'm sorry to hear that, opal.
Beloved and I are no longer together. Heartbroken.
Forget me. I am wondering how Opal is doing.
Today the low feelings are still lingering. It's like her apartment is filled with sadness and it clings to me like perfume after I leave.
I'm wicked open-minded and expansive ATM. Went to a memorial benefit for a friend's brother and some girl started grabbing my boobs and calling me a lesbian. Won 3 home-made quilts (out of a possibility of 6). So I actually made money on this. Should I feel bad? I think not. Whootah.
Can anyone top this? I dare you.
Boobie groping at a memorial benefit? Not so sure that deserves congratulations.
I had messed-up dreams all night.
I would dream of the doorbell ringing, and actually wake-up thinking it was. Then toddle out to the door, and of course,... nothing.
I'm really pissed off about the cruelty, suffering, and injustice going on in the world, and right outside our front doors. Then I come on here and see people whining about their sex lives, cheating on each other, navel-gazing, and in general worrying about things that don't matter. Suck it up and get a life. Go help someone who needs help. If you are on here bitching about your shitty polyamorous sex life, you really do have it good. Put down the internet and go make the fucking world a better place. Start getting a clue about what REALLY matters. The fact that can't find a "third" to "add to your relationship" DOES NOT MATTER. The fact that you can't figure out how to sleep five people in a queen-size bed DOES NOT MATTER. There are people who don't have enough to eat. There are innocent animals being tortured for the fun of it.
Get your collective heads out of your collective asses, polyamorous people.