21 weeks later.
21 weeks.
Eulogy for a Viking and baby steps.
On Saturday, 3/5/22, friends of mine and Russ’ and my Spouse (Barb) who are in the lifestyle gathered together for a celebration of life for Russ at the BDSM club we volunteer at. I created a slideshow, and this is
On 18 weeks, waves, and drowning.
“Why do you HAVE to keep writing about Russ? We get it, he died, but you’re poly and you have a spouse, so it’s not like you’re alone. You’re young. Move the fuck on.” No, I haven’t heard that exact
All the little things.
It’s weird the stuff grief makes us do, right? The little things we cling to after death rips someone from us? Those of you close to me know all about my quest to duplicate Russ’ laundry smell, and some of
14 weeks.
14 weeks today since the 911 call, Russ. I know I should stop the morbid counting but it feels like losing yet another piece of you if I do. I did get the rawhide laced onto the second shield, baby.
About Two Years, and Ten Weeks.
We should be having dinner together tonight, Russ. We should be celebrating. I know you would have taken an extra vacation day so we could do something together, because this is our second anniversary. And last year this time you
Still here.
Thank you for the outpouring of support. I’m still trying to put one foot in front of the other. Tomorrow (Thanksgiving) will mark four weeks since the day I found that my sweet Viking had joined his Ancestors. I know
Day by day.
TW: Grief. I realized I didn’t post my initial posts here about my sweet Viking, just the main update. Since Facebook has proven less than…reliable, I don’t want to lose these thoughts and feelings, no matter how raw and painful
Grief beyond measure.
TW: grief Those of you who follow me on Facebook, or who are in my readers group there, already know what’s happened. For those of you who don’t, I’m poly. I have Spouse (formerly Hubby before she came out as
Fly free, Baby Bird.
Fly free, Baby Bird.
Our covid update (2/19/21) and other news.
Our Covid update (2/19/21)
Covid suuuucks.
Welp. Hubby and I got covid.
Just in case… (Rant warning)
(Warning: Rant ahead.) Just in case it wasn’t clear from what I write, and in case you don’t follow me on Twitter or Facebook (where I am quite active and vocal) here are a few things I believe. (The following list comes from a post I put up on Facebook back in June…
Fecking April… How you doin’?
BAM. Oatmeal raisin.
Breaths and Heartbeats
Volunteering as management for a BDSM club is sometimes a blessing and a curse…