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What if, if only #2

December 8, 2013

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There are so many junctures in mine and DK’s relationship that, when I think about them, are often followed by, “If only.” The ‘if only’ now is mostly just “if only DK had been upfront, honest and looked me in the eyes to say what he had to say.” Our path twisted and twined, in […]

Gaze long

December 4, 2013

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He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.  – Friedrich Nietzsche I must try harder to find my way to forgiveness before I have gazed too long. Not for DK; a person […]

There are worse things I could do

November 17, 2013

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Does spilling the beans about DK online seem harsh? There are worse things I could do. I don’t toy with people’s hearts; I’m not a tease. I don’t steal and I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. And I don’t cry anymore. Yep, I’ve got a little Rizzo in me. Related posts: I want to break […]

Robert Louis Stevenson Day

November 13, 2013

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Truth & apology

November 6, 2013

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“If I could only give three words of advice, they would be, “tell the truth.” If I got three more words, I’d add: “All the time.” ” A good apology has three parts: I’m sorry; it was my fault; how do I make it right? Most people skip that third part. That’s how you can tell sincerity.” – […]

The hard road

October 21, 2013

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When DK talked about why we couldn’t be together in a more meaningful way (the times we spent together he parceled out stingily; they were always when he wanted to be stimulated by my mind and body), the reasons were often cryptic: “I do keep you at arm’s length, but not for the reasons you think”, […]

Boxer briefs, flat files and a brief break

August 29, 2013

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 I had to make a Target run today. As I made my quick zip through the store grabbing the things I needed, I passed the men’s undergarments. Boxer briefs were on display. It is the damnedest  things sometimes that spark a memory. DK wore boxer briefs. Beautifully. Not that I ever saw him in them for […]