I don’t know when I stopped desiring touch. There were times, before, with boys. We were in close enough proximity, a few hours post- or pre-sex. The non-touching was odd, though indicative of those relationships. They weren’t feely affairs. Still, I recall the occasional draftiness of intense physical attraction without non-sexual touch. It’s evidence I … [Read more…]


Mid-downward facing dog, I peer up at the Google Fit app. I am twelve minutes into what I guess will be a 25-minute yoga practice. When completed, I’ll have four “checked” days in a row, meaning I logged at least 15 minutes of physical activity for four consecutive days. I will screenshot the accomplishment and … [Read more…]