In the middle to end of my 30’s I was a very ambitious American career woman. You’d recognize her, you’ve seen her on TV and in the movies. I wore 4-inch heels, Anne Taylor sheath dresses, had a pixie haircut, and carried a patent leather attaché case to the office. I was climbing the corporate…
There are so many befores and afters in a lifetime. I find it overwhelming to consider the implications of so many beginnings following endings. Before and after: My parents’ divorce My step-father Graduating high school Graduating college Meeting my best friend Moving into my own place Getting first real job Having sex for the first…
Earlier this year, I wrote a piece on Medium that was curated in Relationships called “The Evolution of a Polycule.” I thought it might be interested to write an end of the year version, updating on the last few months. Next year I might make it a monthly thing, tracking how my relationships ebb and…
Today, I start the year stewing in a sauce of sadness. 2019 begins as the year in which I leave the city of my dreams and strike out again on a semi-nomadic existence. When I left the US on January 2, 2015, four years ago, there was no way I could have imagined the adventures…
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize that you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “You’re safe with me.” -that’s intimacy. -Taylor Jenkins Reid I saw this quote on a…
Dear Reader: This is more of a warning message than an instructional manual, unless you want to ruin your relationship, then feel free to look at this as advice. Sometimes all the feels come out in the quiet of a dark night, and your insecurities roll around in silence and the red glow of the…
Since I left the US on January 2, 2015, I have lived in or visited more than 30 countries, close to 45 different cities. So many cities around the world, all as diverse as the people who live in them. Some of them left lasting impressions, others were just places on the map that I…
To most of us the language of love is flowing and gentle, familiar and relatable. Everyone wants to know how to say, “I Love You” in French to impress their petit ami. We dream of walking hand in hand with a lover on the Seine under the colorful fall leaves, or drinking champagne and eating oysters…
The other day one of my favorite sex positive, polyamorous, feminist, smart, and feisty Medium authors, Elle Beau linked me to a comment thread. It was a primarily political article, but the comments had taken quite an interesting turn. She linked to my profile and suggested to the original poster that he read some of my…
