(Source: themoon-andantarctica)
dare /de(ə)r/
v. To have the courage to do something.
n. A challenge, esp. to prove courage or boldness.
darling/ˈdär-liNG/
adj. Used as an affectionate form of address to a beloved person.
n. One that is greatly preferred; a favorite.
dareling/de(ə)r-liNG/
n. An affectionate form of address for a favorite, who has the courage to love boldly and be loved.
Sorry to frighten the fuck out of my new followers.
This is love.
I was dying, due to pc pneumonia and acute respiratory failure/distress. I lost over 150lbs, one of my lungs collapsed and will never re-inflate, I had chest tubes, multiple IV’s, I was on a ventilator, had a tracheostomy, had to re-learn how to walk, talk, eat and breathe on my own.
My husband, was there for me EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. The amazing doctors and nurses at KU Medical Center ALL commented on how amazingly dedicated my husband was. How few husbands show such tenderness and love. I would have died, had he not been there to keep me going.
I have a man who wiped my ass for me because I messed myself in my hospital bed. Who held me, calmed me down and cared for me while I was delirious and had no idea where I was or what was going on. Who put up with my delirium induced anger and confused lashing out. I have a man who exhausted himself, between work, school, taking care of our home and animals and taking care of me, all full time.
Now, tell me that we are going to ruin the sanctity of marriage and I will bust your fucking teeth out.
::edited Friday, December 2nd, 2011::
maybe someone should send this to australian politicians.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood
There are people who care, people who can help. We’re here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Call The Trevor Lifeline at 866-488-7386 if you feel like there’s no where to turn. We believe in you, so please don’t give up.
So today I had to call the bank. I didn’t really feel like informing the guy on the other end that I am a transsexual, so I didn’t. This meant that I had to hear my birth name many times within the 15-20 minute conversation we had.
Immediately after I hung up, I turned to my nearby friend and said something to the effect of “I haven’t heard my birth name that much since… since…”
So my friend asked, “Do you want me to say your name?”
“Yes please!”
So then she said “Oliver” which immediately made me feel much better and I thanked her. Then she said my name about 15 more times which made me giggle and feel less weighted down. She even said my middle name, which is also very special to me.
And then I asked for a hug and got one.
I’m really glad I have friends that seem to know what I need without asking because sometimes, I have a hard time asking for things I really need.
I got a lot of hugs from queers today. I have a hard time with touch so having queers knowledgeable about consent hugging me was great. I felt so safe and loved.
This does not happen to me often. I’m isolated at ‘home’, physically, emotionally, and spiritually so it gets very very lonely.
Fortunately, I have a strong support network full of huggers and safe spaces.
One night, my husband and I were at my best friend’s apartment. After a few cosmopolitans and a game of truth or dare, we all ended up in bed together. The sex was so sensational that we started meeting for weekends trysts. One afternoon, i caught myself in a garden collecting wild butterflies for her. What the fuck? I realized i had fallen in love with my best friend. As it turned out: my husband had too. Suddenly it was a lot to juggle. He and I were still in love with each other. I loved them both, they loved each other, and they both loved me. The scenario was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I tried to reconcile the picket-fence relationship I’d been living with this fucked up new three-sided mutation. When faced with the question of whether to follow this attraction into uncharted territory or to lock away the messy feelings for our next lives, I didn’t know which way to go.
But, I discovered that loving and being loved by more than one person can be spectacular. Some of us have enough love to give two people… and, why not? There are so many cool people in the world and if you’re lucky enough to meet more than one of them, is it really necessary to slam the door? One lover might spark your imagination, another might fire up your intellectual curiosity. There’s so much to gain by experiencing deep connections with more than one person.
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People in successful long-term triad relationships say once they’ve conquered jealousy and possessiveness, they ooze with happiness at the sight of their partner receiving love from another person. This overwhelming feeling is hard to explain to someone who’s never experienced it. But it’s true. Personally, I’ve felt inexplicably happy seeing my husband treated affectionately and adoringly by another. The love spills over and I get some, too.
