Taboo
A Love With Wings
I learned that pain and trauma prepared me for disappointment, but not for a love that can’t stay. Let me explain. Losing family members, losing my son to miscarriage, losing a friend— it doesn’t mean those people shouldn’t have been in my life. It doesn’t mean I stop loving them or regret knowing them. It means they stayed long enough to bloom— and even flowers fade.
By Mezmur8 days ago in Confessions
I have never wanted boys
That is the simplest way to say it, and the one my friends like least. They send me screenshots of twenty-two-year-olds with gym selfies and captions about “good vibes only.” I look at the pictures and feel nothing except a faint, embarrassed pity, like watching someone try to parallel park in a space that was never going to fit them. Their hands are still learning how to be hands. Their mouths are still practicing being mouths. I want something that has already decided what it is.
By Chahat13 days ago in Confessions
The High-Altitude Trap
My wife and I have a pretty noticeable height difference. I'm a whole foot and a half taller than her, which you'd think would just be a normal part of life. But in reality, it shows up in some pretty mundane ways, like when I reach the top shelf for pantry stuff, grab her coat from the closet, or change a lightbulb without yanking out the step stool. All pretty standard taller-spouse chores. Although it wasn't until pretty early on in our marriage that I started to catch on to a little bonus that came with being the taller partner.
By Dadson Wanjohi 29 days ago in Confessions
Best Memory or Worst Mistake
I had a best friend at 17. She was that one person in my whole life that I was closer to than my own family members. We'd sit together at lunch and text each other about nothing until one of us fell asleep in the middle of a conversation. And the times when she'd laugh at something absolutely ridiculous I'd just said, I would feel like I won something. I never felt like I needed a girlfriend, really. She was taking up that space in my life, and I felt like something good would come out of it.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
The Name
I must begin with the name, although the name explains nothing. Ivan. There are millions of Ivans, perhaps, and each one is innocent of the others; but people do not believe this. Give a man a name and they will build a country around him, furnish it with prisons, churches, tanks, grandmothers in black shawls, drunken uncles, snow, icons, and secret police--and then demand that he confess to having lived there.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 months ago in Confessions
How Horse Riding Taught Me Masturbation
It was just a regular afternoon ride with this bay gelding named Ranger. Nothing special about the day. Warm, dusty, the usual trail through the oaks behind the barn. My instructor had already sent me off for a cool-down alone. So it was just me and him, walking then trotting then settling into this easy canter.
By Chahat2 months ago in Confessions
