Trigger warning: this post discusses issues of consent and contains descriptions of rape and murder.Examining the nature of evil in human beings is a fascination of mine. Utterly atheistic, I have never needed a reason to believe in higher powers like God and Satan, supreme forces of good and evil, primarily because I have learned through personal ( Read more... )

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for, you ( Read more... )

The other day I was going through one of my boxes of memories when I came across a familiar list of names. It was the names of all the people I'd had sex with, a list I update periodically before memory might become too faded. I started it back in high school when I realized that my own brand of sexuality would probably lead me to a variety of ( Read more... )

A year ago, I was in the throes of a depression so deep there were days when all I could accomplish was going from the bed to the couch. There were other days of horrible sobbing which wracked my body and left me even more exhausted than I already was upon waking. There were days when I couldn't keep my body from shaking with anxiety. There were ( Read more... )

“You lead a much more interesting life than I do,” said Monica ( Read more... )

"If the other fellow can't tell you his story, you can never be sure he isn't trying to kill you."

- from Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, 1985 ( Read more... )

I attended KinkFest this weekend, and such a variety of interesting and noteworthy moments happened that I've decided to write a series of posts on it. This first post will be a bit of an outpouring, because in the afterglow of the experience I can't even remember some of the finer details. I'll save those for later. For now, my heart and my ( Read more... )

"I just don't want to share you, I just don't." I remember staring at Kevin in dismay as he shook his head from side to side briskly, his eyes on the ground instead of me. I couldn't think of a single word to say, and I felt tears stinging behind my eyes ( Read more... )

Aaron is the name of the person who called the police when I tried to kill myself almost ten years ago. I will never know what his experience of that day was like. I wanted him to tell me the next time I saw him in person, which I now realize will never happen.

Aaron is a writer in his heart the way I am one in mine.  While I have focused my ( Read more... )

My mother has called me selfish on a few different occasions which stand out in my memory. The first was when I was about thirteen or fourteen, and my mother had been home from the Philippines for about a month. She had taken an unexpected trip there for a week or two due to the sudden illness and rapid decline of her father, my grandpa. He died ( Read more... )