A crooked arrow flys straight as long as it finds its own path...

Thursday, September 27, 2012

How to Save a Life

Hi Chicks!

I had the scare of my life the other day. My husband almost died. Literally. He has a genetic bleeding disorder and it almost killed him. 

There's nothing scarier than seeing your husband vomit up a sink full of blood then collapse in a seizure. I rushed him to the ER. When we got there he was going into shock. 

It was the worst day of my entire life. Sitting in the ER not knowing if he was going to live or die, not knowing if he was going to make it through the night. Or even the next hour.

I had a realization. 
I can't live without this man. I love him so much. 

For now that voice in my head that says I can't make this work has shut the hell up. I think she's been shocked into silence for a while. 

Good.

The urges I've had for another woman are temporarily gone. Sort of. They are still there, just quiet and subdued. 

I've always wondered if something like this happened, would the urges go away? I never knew if I really wanted to know the answer or not.

Things have been crazy. I now have a whole new set of night terrors. I used to be able to sleep through anything, now I'm lucky if I make it through three whole hours without waking up to check on him.

It's definitely made me rethink everything.

The thing that kills me is that the whole thing was completely preventable. If his drinking had not been so out of control, his blood wouldn't have been so thin that a bleed almost killed him. 

I think I'm still a little numb. Or in shock. I'm not sure.

I've always had this wall up that's kept me from completely loving him. Which is insane. It doesn't seem possible to do. I think it's been fear holding me back, and realizing he could have died just broke down the wall.

Which in some ways is worse. There's nothing to protect me now, no invisible barrier to hide behind. I just have this constant fear of being hurt now. Fear and terror that now I know the possibility of how it feels to lose him. 

I've always been able to keep some distance to protect myself. Now that I'm aware of the wall, whenever I feel hurt, I can feel it going back up. The first few days after I got him home were amazing. 

Amazing b/c I could really feel how much I truly love him. But scary too. Now I can feel that wall all the time now. I don't know how to make it go down. I want to be able to fully love him with no reservations, no fear. 

We both deserve that.

It's so hard to feel this wall up, feel there's this distance now, and not know how to fix it.

I don't know what to do.
~ALICE

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Loose Lips Sink Ships




Hiya Chicks!

I need a break from M. To be honest, it hurt to think about her. I'm still not over the whole mess. 

Anyways, here's a fun little story. 

 'Loose lips sink ships.'? Sound familiar? Yeah. 

The last few months I've been dieting and exercising pretty hard. I tell people who comment that I've gotten skinnier that I'm just trying to be healthier. 

That's partly true.

 I've  been trying to sweat out that little voice in the back of my head. 
The one that pops up at the worst moments,and whispers 'You're gay, stop being a little bitch and get on with ruining his life already'. It's not working.

As my body shrinks more and more, the voice gets louder. The voice is a bitch. She knows my worst insecurities. She always screams them at me. Loudly. 

The husband and I went to a local food tasting event in our city. I've always been a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Never done it much so I have no tolerance. Apparently the husband thought it would be a good idea for me to chug a mikes hard as we were leaving. *FAIL* 

As I staggered my way back to the car, that was wayyy far away, somehow the topic of girls came up. I think I suggested we go to the strip club? Somehow or another, it got shut down and I got sad. Really sad, about to cry sad.

I guess he realized I looked sad and wanted to know what was going on. My brain was screaming, 'IM GAY!' on repeat. Alcohol talking? Maybe, maybe not. 

I slurred out that I'm really not straight and I didn't know how the whole thing was gonna work out. 

Yes I did. I know. 

To be fair, him pressuring me to tell him didn't help the situation. Whenever I don't want to talk he freaks. As always it came back around to him thinking I'm going to leave him in a few years. No matter how much I reassure him I'm not going anywhere, it always comes up when we fight.

He thinks I'm going to leave him b/c I'm gay. Does he know something I don't? Deep down, is he admitting to himself something that I'm not ready to yet?

Somehow, I'm not sure how,it was decided that my introduction to girls would be via a lap dance  at a strip club.

Ok. *facepalm* Now while I'm not one to turn down a hot girl grinding on me, a. What if there's no hot girl strippers?!? b. um, yeah I can't get past a.

I like to look at femme girls, I wouldn't say no to one grinding on me. But what are the chances of there being a hot tattooed, femm-y stripper? I didn't really want my first girl on girl experience to be a lap dance either.

On the other side of the spectrum, while I like to look at femmes, what really turns me on is butches/tomboys. That's what gets me going. The husband only wants to see me have any type of interaction with a femme. Probably he thinks a butch/tomboy will steal me away. 

I go weak in the knees for Butches in a very obvious way I can't hide. Butches turn me on in a way that nothing else ever has. He doesn't want me doing anything with a butch b/c it feels like I'm just replacing him. I think.

 A lap dance seems so cold and clinical. I guess Im looking for whenever something happens to be more personal. Not like I'm paying them to be interested...


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The Saga of M







Hi Chicks!
Thought I share the Saga of M (my lady catalyst), and how I told my husband I liked women.  Just to warn you, this will prolly be a two-parter...


My Husband's company got bought out, and because of that, he was pretty depressed and drinking heavily. He's worked 6 days a week, 60+ hrs since he was 15/16 years old. So for the past 15+ years, he has worked pretty much every day. Needless to say, to suddenly be unemployed was pretty unsettling.


At that time, I realized he had a drinking problem. He had always drank a lot ever since I knew him, but it always seemed to be under control. 


I know, I know, don't say it.. 


So I started going to therapy. I didn't know how to help him, or how to deal with his drinking. I would come home from work to find him drunk. This was a daily occurrence and didn't help our marriage any. I'm not a big drinker, so I was one unhappy wife.


 This girl at work had approached me one day, introduced herself and we got to talking about music and books. Apparently she had seen me around and thought I was cute. She had found out I was married, and thought that was ridiculous. I started to feel some attraction to her as I got to know her.  


Ahh, my lady catalyst M. If only I knew the shitstorm that was about to land.... 

Suddenly everything in my life started to make a scary sort of sense, and it was making me flip out. I always had this weird reaction to women. I never seemed to have a normal indifference? if you will, that most girls have towards each other.


Needless to say, a depressed alcoholic husband and me with a very big secret led things to spin out of control. My husband and I drifted father apart/started hating each other. While M and I got closer in the meantime. 


It didn't help that M encouraged my secret. She knew just the right nerve to pick at. She kept telling me that my husband would divorce me if he knew that I liked women. That he wouldn't understand, would stop loving me. She was brilliant. She knew just what insecurities to play on. I was in such a screwed up, confused state of mind, that I had no idea which was way up, and which was down. I had no one else in my life to talk to about this.


I was alone. And terrified. 


Meanwhile M had decided that I shouldn't be married anymore. She was in love with me. She made it her mission to break up my marriage. She was the perfect consoling, comforting friend. All the while worming her way deeper and deeper into my heart without me really realizing it.


Yes I said it. Into my heart. Somewhere along the line, I thought I had started to fall for her. She was my lady catalyst. The first girl that made me have strong enough feelings to recognize that I liked women. And that it was ok. 


I didn't know how the whole thing was going to end, but I finally felt like myself for the first time in... Ever.


She kept telling me that she knew I was in love with her too, I just wasn't ready to admit it. She got me so twisted up, I couldn't think straight. Ha. :D Or coherently. 


For the first time in my life I was attracted to someone who a. wasn't my husband, and b. was a woman. Attracted in a way that I had never before experienced. It was like my body woke up, and went, HEY! this is what we've always wanted!


Men seemed repulsive to me at that point. I had always been secretly not so much into sex with men. I barely found them attractive, and I had just kind of put up with sex. 


 My sexual experience up until this point had been 3 men.  2 really if you don't count your first time, b/c really who does? That crap about it being magical? Bullshit. I hadn't been with anyone who really rocked my world. Until my husband. I figured that maybe I just didn't really like sex.


When I look back now, I can't believe how stupid I was. All I saw was this lonely, depressed girl who needed a friend. I had been that girl. I had been in that place before, and I wanted to save her. I needed a friend too right then. My husband saw right through her somehow. From the start he knew that she was trying to take me away from him. 


I didn't. Or I thought I had the situation under control. I'm still not sure. She was always talking about how she wanted to die, and I got sucked in. I wanted to save her from that place. I fought my way out of it back in high school, and I wanted to help her do the same. She saw that and used it to manipulate me.


 I was an idiot. You would think after living with a batshit crazy, manipulative mother all my life, I would recognize the signs of a psycho. She even told me she could manipulate anyone! I figured after living through it though, I would be able to see the signs. 


I guess I never really thought that she would be selfish enough to try to wreck my life. Just so she could get her way. I actually thought she loved me. I guess in her mind,she thought she did? Or maybe I was just a game to her. Maybe I'm just naive. Or inexperienced. I don't know.


Sometimes I think what happened to my life? How did I end up here? How did I go from being happily married and trying to have a family, to here? Confused, frustrated and longing for something that seems like an impossibility at times.


I never thought things would get as bad as they did. I guess I trusted the wrong person. I never thought I'd wake up in someone's bed one morning, having no idea what happened after blacking out, wearing clothes that weren't mine...


To Be Cont'd...

Thursday, May 31, 2012

a little piece of my heart...

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Hey chicks! 


what do you think of the (sort of) new look? I've been playing around with the background a bit and I thought this seemed easier to read.  I wanted to keep a little bit of color though.


I was watching a video on Sugarbutch Chronicles  that Sinclair and Kristen made about sex questions.


Watching the two of them interact made me smile and hurt at the same time. 


I want that. That relationship with a woman, the closeness, it just seems so different than my relationship with my husband. I love him dearly, but something is missing. Will always be missing with a man.


It sounds stupid, but watching them interact made my heart happy. But it also broke a little bit. I have a  secret part of me that yearns for a lesbian relationship. It's probably always going to feel heartbroken as long as I'm in a heterosexual relationship.


I made a choice to marry my husband. Circumstances aside, that's why I'm giving it  my all and not just saying fuck it and throwing in the towel.


If I wasn't with my husband, I would be with a woman right now, or trying to find one. 


Am I gay? 


I would say probably, but I do enjoy sex with a man. There are times though when in my head I'm screaming, 'Get off me,I'm gay, I hate this!?!?'. Sometimes. Male anatomy has never really been a turn on for me. The physical part feels good,but I've never seen/thought about a guy's junk and went 'oo hot, or let me get some of that' XD


I've never slept with a woman. I don't want to cheat. Once I do I can't deny being gay, possibly. I love him. That's the problem. How do you throw away a life you've built with someone when you still love them with your whole heart? 


Except for one tiny piece. Which is louder some days than others. After watching the video I cried. That piece of my heart screamed louder than it has in a while...


I guess that's why we are trying to navigate the whole open relationship thing. We started to actually really talk about it, say what we are ok with, and not. It seemed like things were starting to progress. 
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Until we took 5 steps backwards. That's a completely different post though!


It seems like when we are going through a rough time, I start to 'stray' so to speak, back towards my girl-lovin' tendencies. Not stray as in cheat obviously. Though in a way it does feel like cheating...


Emotional cheating.


I just start to lean more towards that side of me that's gay, I guess. When things are good, I lean more towards the hetero side. Although I'm never ever really straight. I guess I suppress my urges more so I can function better? Which isn't good. I know.


Anyways, stay tuned for the beginning of our foray into an open relationship!
~ALICE









Monday, May 14, 2012

Open Relationship vs.Cheating?



Hiya Chicks!
I know, it's been awhile. I missed you! Life's been crazy!


Effing Dykes posted a great article a few weeks ago about open relationships. Check it out here


It's funny because the husband and I have started to talk about having an open relationship a little bit. Nothing really concrete yet. Just considering the possibility.


He hasn't really come right out and said that he's open to doing this. We've danced vaguely around the issue a bit.


I think I'm afraid he'll say no. We  both have to be willing to start this. If one person isn't 100% with the situation, then the whole thing will just explode in our faces. If he's not ok with it, that's kinda that. 


Which sucks.


Is that skeevey? I know's it's most guys fantasy to see two girls get it on. But I don't know how ok I am with being watched. 


Actually I am not ok with someone watching me have sex. Even my husband. Sex is a very personal thing for me.


I guess I'm a little wary because it seems like open relationships never work. Someone always ends up getting hurt in the long run.


Unless both people are willing to take the time and consideration needed to find a way that works for them. It doesn't sound like it's just an easy, go sleep with anyone you want way. Even though most people think that.


I think having an open relationship is only possible if you have a completely trusting, healthy relationship.If the two people involved can trust each other person 100%.


Do we trust each other completely? I'm not sure. We've hurt and been hurt by each other, and have issues still. This could end up being the straw that breaks the camel's back. I don't want that. 


The jealousy factor alone probably kills a lot of relationships. The fact is, there will probably be jealously on both parts as both people adjust to this new element.



So why bother at all you ask? Because I love my husband and want to keep my marriage together. I recognize the fact that I have a side to me that needs sexual contact with a girl as much as if not more than, a man.

I don't want to just hold it all in and stuff it down till I explode and end up cheating. I don't want to cheat. At all. But I don't want to suppress this side of me either, until I go crazy. That's not good for my marriage either.


Then you get into the whole cheating factor. Is it cheating if both parties know about it, and are ok with it? Even though you're married?
On the other hand, who says I can't have an open marriage? Society? Fuck that! Why do I need to have my marriage defined by anyone else? 


I don't.


As for being a lesbian, that's a whole other can of worms. Yes, I am afraid that finally sleeping with a woman could make me realize I'm gay.


Maybe that's why I'm trying to have a go at the whole open relationship thing. So I can figure some things out before more time passes.


Or because I just want to finally know and this is my way of pushing myself towards that...
~ALICE

Friday, April 27, 2012

Imagine Me and You...

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Hiya Chicks!


Have you ever watched a movie or read a book that touches you? In a way that just reaches in and strips everything away.


Something so personal, so private that you feel like you should be locked in a dark room. That way no one can see just how much you are affected. 


How confusing it is when something as simple as a movie can strip you bare.


Welcome to Imagine Me and You,ladies.


Watching this movie hurt. It hurt for me to see the pain that Rachel and her husband and Luce all went through.


None of them wanted to hurt the other. It really highlights how despite choosing a path, life just happens. There's nothing you can do about it either.
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In a way, it was like I watching my own life.
All the confusion, and not wanting to hurt the person you've committed to.


When someone loves you,and makes their entire life about loving and taking care of you, how do you destroy that?


I met my husband, and fell in love. We loved each other so much that we wanted to take the next step, get married. 


I don't know if it was getting married and finally feeling safe enough to explore myself? Or meeting a girl that just made all those feelings explode out from where I had hidden them?


All he wants is to love me and take care of me and be my partner in life and love forever. 
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How can you say no to that? How can you crush someone's whole world?


When someone gives you their everything, and all they want is to love you,and be loved in return, how can you not? 


I love him.


But I have a side to me that will never be completely fulfilled by a man. Lately I've even been wondering if I am even happy with a man..


There's this part of me that craves a woman's touch. I don't think that will ever go away. 


I do still enjoy sex with my husband though. If i'm being completely honest, not all the time. I have times when I can't stand it, and just want it to be over. But other times I can't get enough of him.


Some days it seems like all I have are questions, and no answers...
~ALICE

Monday, April 9, 2012

Socialpunk Book Review





Hi Chicks!
I was recently asked to join the blog tour for Socialpunk by Monica Leonelle.


Monica Leonelle is a well-known digital media strategist and the author of three novels. She blogs at Prose on Fire and shares her writing and social media knowledge with other bloggers and authors through her Free Writer Toolkit.


The Socialpunk Trilogy includes Socialpunk (April 2012), Socialmob (July 2012), and Socialhood (October 2012).


Socialpunk Description:

Ima would give anything to escape The Dome 
and learn what's beyond its barriers, but the 
Chicago government has kept all its citizens 
on lock down ever since the Scorched Years 
left most of the world a desert wasteland.
When a mysterious group of hooded figures enters the city unexpectedly, Ima uncovers a plot to destroy The Dome and is given the choice between escaping to a new, dangerous city or staying behind and fighting a battle she can never win.


I was seriously blown away by this book. It was a short read at 275 pages. One of the things I really liked was that Monica tackled the subject of humans artificially  creating life. It is a pretty controversial subject, but it's done very well


Socialpunk is definitely good for anyone who likes books about the future.I think the fact that the author sets the book in that time period definitely helps. It puts the book in a setting that enhances the story, instead of detracting from it. 


I'm someone who doesn't read a lot of sci-fi/fantasy books. They just don't appeal to me. I loved Socialpunk though. It was easy to relate to the character's struggles, and sympathize with Ima's struggle to adjust and adapt to a new world. To also choose between what she loves, and what is right.


I liked that Ima came into her own, and became the strong person I was rooting for  her to be.  The Story reminded me of the terminator series a little bit, but mostly  in a way better, more female empowered way that was totally badass.


All in all, Socialpunk was amazing, and I can't wait for the next two books! A great book to read and recommend! ~ALICE
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Power of Touch

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Hi Chicks!

Do you crave touch?

I have come to the realization that I am someone who needs physical touch. 

A lot.

It's not that my husband withholds physical affection. At all. I'm not a super clingy person. I don't need to be touching him or glued to his side all the time.


I spend a lot of time apart from my husband. It could be worse. We both work, not much can be done about that.

We have opposite work schedules. We work at different times so we don't see each other a lot.



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I think that definitely contributes to some of our issues. We do tell each other we love each other all the time... 

I came to the realization that I am definitely more cranky and out of sorts if we don't really have much physical contact with each other. 


It does get hard when you're going to bed by yourself every night. It's not anything that can be helped or changed though.

It's not like we don't touch each other. We hug and kiss but that may not be enough...

Maybe it's because I had a bad childhood where touch was used against me.

I think now for me a touch is a reassurance, it calms me, centers me.
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I think a lot of people underestimate just how powerful touch can be. 


It's how people realize that they are attracted to each other, how they comfort one another, how sex starts. 


With a touch.


A touch a lot of time says what someone may be afraid to say. A touch can show someone what you need, how you need something. There's a million and one things touch can say that communicates something. 


Maybe I just need more because it's hard for me to express myself emotionally...


~ALICE

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Fighting Productively

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Put 'em up Chickadees!


So how do you and you SO fight?


Something I've been talking a lot about in therapy is how my husband and I fight. It's not good. 


In any way.


Whenever conflict comes up between us, I usually just freeze up. I just shut down and can't function. I can't talk, or feel, or even barely breathe.


Not the most productive way to resolve things, but I can't help it.


It just makes my husband madder, is the problem. He wants to yell and scream if need be, fight it out till things are better. And I can't do that.


I kind if just fold into myself and go to that place inside of me where I'm safe and protected and I don't have to feel attacked. LE SIGH...


Usually that just infuriates my husband even more, so he gets madder and says and does mean things to try and break me out of my shell. 


Obviously, that doesn't work, and doesn't do anything but send me deeper down into that hole inside of me to hide.
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I've talked to him about this till I'm blue in the face. Saying mean things to me doesn't make me want to respond to him. It just makes things worse and hurts me. 


And one day, all the mean things that were said are gonna be all that's left. 


The love will be gone. All the love in the world doesn't erase hurtful things said in a moment of anger. 
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Even if he doesn't mean them. I'm not going to forget them.


I've told him that if he keeps doing that that one day all the love will be gone, and all that's left will be the horrible things he's said....


How do you Chicks fight with your SO?
~ALICE

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Fake It Till You Make It...

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I've been doing a lot of pondering lately Chicks...


I've been musing a lot about my sexuality, just trying to let my thoughts go where they may. Not put so much pressure on myself...


I'm not really sure what to even call myself anymore. I used to identify as Bisexual, but I'm not really attracted to just men or women. I'm attracted more so to a person than if they're male or female. 


Queer lately has been feeling like a better fit for me... But Queer vs. Bi Vs. everything else is a whole different topic :p


I go for personality first. I know most people approach someone because of their looks, and that's true for me to some extent. 


I am more willing to talk to someone I may not necessarily find attractive to get to know them.


When I'm not dying of shyness that is... :p
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I need to trust someone before I can open up and that's hard for me to do..


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To be honest, the butch, androgynous type is really what does it for me. The woman who looks all tough, but is a woman. Even if she doesn't identify as a woman. Actually that turns me on even more.


I'm just so confused. I know that if I wasn't with my husband, I would be dating a woman. I think what's stopping me is that I am with a man, that I do love him.


I am sexually attracted to my husband.


But there's always going to be a piece missing. There's always this part of me that is never fulfilled. 
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How can you love a man, be sexually attracted to him, but be more attracted to women than men? 


I can see a man, think he's cute/handsome/hot, but have no sexual interest in him whatsoever. Maybe it's because I have no connection with him? 


It's really hard for me to have sexual feelings for someone I have no emotional connection too. In regards to men anyways.


It's weird I know...
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My therapist and I were talking a little bit about my sex life. Not a lot since it's embarrassing for me. :P And since he's a dude.
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I really should just go to a lady therapist. But I've been going to him since high school, and I just don't have the emotional energy to re-hash my whole dirty history. 


I know it would probably be good for me, but I have blocked out a lot of things since then. For the most part, it's ok with me that I don't remember much. 


Every now and then I'll remember a snippet of something that will send me into a tail spin.
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I don't need that. I've spent 23 years trying to move forward from everything, and for the most part I've been ok.


Maybe all my issues with my sexuality confusion do stem from childhood abuse. But I can't change what happened.


But I do wonder if I had been able to explore myself more, if I had grown up in a safe enviroment.. Would I identify as gay now? 


I think there's a good chance, so what's stopping me now???


Other than me of course...
~ALICE

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Therapy

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Hola Chicks!


Tonight I went back to therapy. A lot of shit has been going down and I finally decided to get back on that horse. :p


Life's gotten so complicated and I can't even begin to sort out the stuff about my sexuality with everything else going on.


My therapist seems to think that b/c I feel guilty about all the abuse I've had in my life, that that's what's keeping me in a relationship that may not be right for me. 
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He thinks that because I've never had anything good or normal, that I may be staying in my relationship b/c of that. Because I want to be a good, upstanding person. 


 To be someone who can actually maintain a healthy relationship. I honestly don't know if he's right about that. I know that I don't want to just give up on something that may have it's flaws. But could possibly be the best thing that's ever happened to me.


He also asked me if I wasn't with my husband, would I be dating a man or a woman? If we took him out of the picture completely, if I had never met him, would I be with a guy or a girl?  I said I know that without a doubt, I would be with a woman.


He thinks that means I'm gay. I don't think I am gay, and said so. But I start to wonder sometimes, is it just a knee-jerk reaction b/c I'm so terrified of hurting my husband? Or because I'm too scared to go there?
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The iffy part of that is that I didn't realize till after I was married that I liked women. If I hadn't gotten married would I ever have realized it? 



I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.


I felt like I was able to be o.k. with exploring myself b/c I finally felt safe and secure. I was loved and I loved someone and I finally felt like I could be me, that it would be ok.


I wonder sometimes if I got married so fast because I maybe started to have an inkling about liking women. Did it terrify me that much that I did the most surefire thing to make it impossible to ever explore that anytime soon?
http://blogs.independent.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/road_block.jpg
I don't know. Or I feel like I do know but am too scared to go there right now.

We talked about my sex life ugg :p. I am more sexually attracted to women than men. What does that mean?! I am sexually attracted to my husband, but other than him, I'm not really attracted to men too much in general. The majority of my sexual attraction is to women.

Lots of questions, and confusion, that's for sure.....
~ALICE




Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Woman and The Wind

The Woman and The Wind

We dance and for a second she forgets and feels free.
I see the beauty in her, breathe
before a rooted thought of wrong doing enters
and she kneels down,
blindly searching for the chain to shackle herself
back into the cage.
For she loves the ones who created the walls
and she hasn’t the strength to break those down,
not when it means destroying all she knows.
I watch her sit there and hum so sweetly,
changing tears to a tune,
distracting herself with so many other things
which fills her time and her space,
but there’s no stopping the racing of a heart,
it’s a magic science, a crazy chemistry,
which bolts thunder claps from the brain to the belly,
that moves the body quicker than lightning.
And the mind blinded,
cannot keep up with the heart of the body.
Flash!
Her body moves with another of the same form,
like an ocean with the shore, over and over,
it soothes as it moves.
The light is followed with a BANG!
The cell door clatters open and slams shut with a bewildered wind,
as she remembers that all she feels is not allowed
and retreats out of a cherished love for those who fail to understand.
The wind does not strike her;
it is not angry, but gentle and warm.
It cradles her when she’s sad
and lifts her high when she’s feeling blue,
it does not control her with fear,
but with comfort and love.
It tickles her and makes her smile,
all the time misunderstanding the black shape,
which moves on the floor.
The wind wishes to blow it away,
using bigger and bigger puffs,
and afterwards is left exhausted.
The black mark is unfathomable to the wind.
”It’s still there, that dirty black mark
which follows you around.
Why can’t you leave her be?” It howls.
And she cries out with a muted voice,
which echoes the temples of distant lands.
“It is a part of me!”
The wind howls again, anguished and sad,
blowing the words spoken away,
unable to hear them through distortions of pain.
It picks itself up for another gust and another,
“Why won’t it leave? The place will look so much cleaner
without that black mark which keeps following you around.”
It blows unrelenting,
like a house proud mother
wiping at a stubborn wooden tabletop stain,
unknowing that it is a knot, a natural pattern of the wood.
“Please, let it be. It is a part of me.”
whispers the wood and the woman.
The wind slowly stops dancing and becomes heavy,
which sinks her radiant smile and twinkling star eyes
to black holes.
I see the blindness of the wind, blowing at the black mark,
with more gust and enthusiasm,
seeing improvement and progress,
as the mark moves away, by the power the wind possesses,
or so it thinks.
Ony the wind does not realize,
that it is her beloved that blows into a ball,
over and over, tied in knots, until she cannot breathe.
The wind does not see the position she is in.
It does not see the vases knocked over
and smashed to smithereens,
like salt bubbles that explode from her eyes
when she loses control and snivel sniff cries,
“I don’t want to be so sensitive to this,
but it scares me so much to be cold
and unaffected by it all.
When I think of homophobia,
I think of bullies spitting comments in a crowd
or on a street,
of hate crimes and terrible things like these.
I never in my wildest dreams
thought it could be like this.”
Flowers lay unnoticed on the broken glass ground,
trodden on by all those others who don’t look down.
(and jeez, there are many, too many for there to be more)
Hold up ~
For all the guns in the world,
that ends a life with less than a thought,
could we not shoot each other a smile from time to time
and try,
just try to get along, it is after all only love.
The rest doesn’t really matter,
it is only love that connects us all,
that gets us through~
Thank you, now back to the poem…
As the wind blows unstoppable at her shadow,
wishing for it to not be there,
she stands up strong and bold
through the blinding, deafening gale.
She does not move an inch by the gust,
as her hair, wild like flames lick up to heaven, around her.
The heart does not choose who it races, falls or breaks for,
nor does the arms of love choose who it chases, catches or crushes.
When eyes connect, they speak languages unknown,
never spoken before
from the beginning of time to now,
so much is said and expressed without a word uttered,
and it unfolds in another reality in the flash of a second.
The feeling ignited, may blaze, or it may smoulder,
but it can never be forgotten.
She stands through the gale, lifts her head high
and says, “My shadow exists because I have found light,
for it to disappear I shall live in darkness,
and like the bird set free from its cage,
it cannot return, once it knows what it has learnt.”
The thing which she needs now more than ever,
is not shelter from the wind,
but for the wind to blow down the walls
it has created over time,
and hold her in acceptance,
for no one knows more than the wind,
how wonderful and important it is
to be free from all these things,
to feel free to dance peacefully.
Sent in by: Anonymous
Age: 29
Location: San Francisco

 Found this online, so beautiful......
~Alice