i dream of Portland
I have a trip to Portland coming up in a couple of weeks and this morning I dreamt about it. It was a desert in the dream, and not one of those music video empty sand deserts, but a succulent rich desert — the kind you find at your local botanical garden. I was looking for a place to stay and there was a plot of land with a cluster of tents on it, across the street from a […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, El Pollo Loco, ipad, Portland, sex, succulents
exercise
A friend was talking about a book he had to read while going to couple’s therapy. I asked to see it…and I don’t remember anything about it except these questions I found somewhere in the middle and took a picture of. 1. What do I want more than anything else in a relationship? 2. If that desire were fulfilled, what would that give me? 3. If I had that state/feeling/situation in my life, what would I really have? 4. How […]
Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: relationships, self help, therapy
first time experiences that made me go mimis
1) BUS TOUR OF VIENNA This occurred right after the 13 hour flight getting there. There’s nothing more sleep inducing than going through round about after round about and not having to be the one actually driving through them. 2) SALZBURG MARIONETTE THEATRE So after that tour bus ride we traveled 3 hours to sit in a dark theatre and watch marionettes perform an opera. It was dark. It was an opera. Performed by marionettes. Did I mention we traveled […]
Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: Austria, marionettes, motorcycle, opera, Salzburg, sleep, Vienna
dream
It was a very typical “I’m the neighborhood” work day and I dropped in. “Just come on in,” he texted. The door was open. I did. There was no one; the house was silent. Even the four-legged doorbell was missing. A gorgeous day called for outside exploration. This was a different house. It was my uncle’s in Pico Rivera; the house we lived in for a year while they made regrettable life changes in Las Vegas. It had a front […]
Categories: slumber, stories • Tags: boner, caramel, creative writing, dreams, short story
stretching sentences
Sometimes you just need to get back to basics. And then realize you need practice. Who? My mom Did What? Cried herself to sleep When? Every night Where? At home Why? Because she doesn’t have the answers Finished Sentence: Every night at home, my mom cries herself to sleep because she’s answerless. Who? Brian Did What? Couldn’t get it up When? When having sex with this girl he really liked Where? In his grandma’s bedroom Why? Because he was nervous Finished Sentence: Nervous in […]
Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: back to basics, creative writing exercises, stress management, stretching sentences, writing for kids
on the wall
My favorite place to cry is in front of the mirror right after I’ve washed my face. Just like in the movies. You’re swollen and red and gross, standing in front of the medicine cabinet that has witnessed you open and close its doors in order to numb, heal, or hurt yourself. It’s watched you transform from morning troll to evening vixen. It knows more sides of you than probably your best friend or closest partner, and it only shares […]
Categories: secrets • Tags: best friends forever, mirrors, tears
german deli
After sending him a picture of this German Lunch spot we need to try.
Categories: snippets • Tags: German, german deli, jokes aside, lunch, sexting
haikus for cuckolders
I’m white and she’s white. We need a large black dragon. Free tomorrow night? Bowling or ping-pong. Competition gets me there. She’s yours now but mine later. It’s the only way I can smell his aroma and not be questioned.
Categories: snippets • Tags: cuckolders, cuckolding, fetish, haiku, infidelity, poem, poetry, sex
drearose 