Hot here, brutally bright sunshine, warm breeze, not a cloud in the sky.
I am waiting for my family to arrive. I am hosting this year. They will be stupidly early for lunch. That’s how they are.
I can’t cook, but I will do my best. Crispy garlic chicken with hasselback potatoes and a dessert that is essentially pavlova in a glass. The amazing package of goodies I got from my ex will provide the best of the meal: Home made snacks that actually take skill to make.
We will drink champagne and watch people in the park do their … Continue Reading
Social media platforms and financial institutions are notorious for being anti ANY type of sexual or adult content. It’s not just about censorship and hiding the content, but about stopping those dirty dirty sex people from making any money from it by closing down sources of income, promotional avenues, advertising spaces.
In some cases they have users flag their content as adult content. I have zero problem with this. It seems a sensible way to handle it. But many platforms simply won’t deal with any kind of perfectly legal adult content at all.
What has changed, and what I’m seeing more of lately, is people strenuously defending ghosting as a perfectly valid and acceptable relationship-ending option, and insisting that anyone who doesn’t think so is being entitled. Because ‘nobody owes you anything’.
Along with “He never talks about her the way he talked about me” and “He never treats her the way he treated me”.
All thoughts bound up in love and nostalgia and memories.
But mostly, in those moments of brutal honesty, I know it’s pure ego with more than a touch of smug satisfaction. I touched those intimate parts of him, they are marked, and they are forever mine. Truly mine. And no-one else can have them.