Tri had thought this sort of thing was supposed to get easier with time, but she felt far more apprehension than she had on her first Cleansing. She’d had anxiety aplenty last time, though the entire ritual also held an enticing air of mystery. On her return, though she couldn’t yet claim understanding of the … Continue reading Cleansing
There is a man at the pub, a very kind, gentle, thoughtful man, who thinks he likes me. He doesn’t know. I wish I could tell him. I wish I could tell him that I am not the smiling, fun-loving face that I wear in public. I wish I could tell him that there … Continue reading The Man from the Pub
Knowing me, I'd get stuck like this. Knowing whoever I'm likely to be with, the rescue would come with a price.
There is magic in the moment of offering up the implement- particularly a harsh one- knowing what it will do, and accepting what is to come.
While there is a certain attraction to the idea of being caught- the inevitability of punishment, the powerless feeling, and, of course, being able to pretend that if one had been just a bit more sneaky all of this unpleasantness could have been avoided, I find the concept of confession far more potent. It adds … Continue reading Confession
I had to teach my phone the word "mentoring" the other day. It tried to auto-correct to "tormenting." Now that I think about my mentor's methods, though, perhaps it was just very perceptive. . .
That feeling that the think you're looking for is so close, and yet, for some reason, you can't seem to see it. . .