Every word I uttered would mean - l love you. And my love would never exhaust them, only give them peace, make them feel at home wherever they are, home in their own bodies and mind. My love would heal all of their wounds and mine.

You told me to write about this. That reading my words would turn you on. You thought my writing about this night would be as kind as my mouth was on your body.

I write and wax poetic about my feelings for you in these letters. You infuse your time with your feelings for me…. As you’ve said, you show your love in deeds. And as I’ve said I show mine in words.

The series started with 2 love letters, and then I experienced one of the biggest heartbreaks of my life. Until very recently, I thought I couldn’t share any of these pieces because the story didn’t progress as I’d intended. But my most recent writings are mostly me examining myself, my attachment issues, my triggers, my behavior, and my mental health as a direct response to this relationship.

This is an important distinction between people. There are people who like to dip their feet in when meeting a new person. Talk about the weather and other things of no such consequence. The kind of people who ask things like “Where are you from?” as a conversation starter. And then there are people who cannonball themselves into the deep ends of conversation, by oversharing their own trauma (a special love language of the traumatized). I, of course, am one of the latter.

The Guide to My Vibe

My think pieces and short-form writings are for people who are neurospicy or neurocurious. People who have trauma, including but not limited to religious, sexual, and mental trauma. People who have struggled or are struggling with their mental health and are curious how something like radical self love and acceptance is possible when you often can’t even fucking stand yourself. And most importantly, people who are interested in reading my very raw, unfiltered dissection of my thoughts, feelings, and behaviors that are impacted by these things.