I’m here, you just don’t know it.

I’ve got 7 minutes until a meeting, but I’ve been dying to write.  Anything, something.  I’m weeks behind on reading, I’m worrying about friends and their heartaches and triumphs, me missing them because I can’t seem to find the time to plug back in.  I don’t want you to think I don’t care.

All my loves both new and old, know that I am aware of you out there in the ether.  I do see you even if my presence is ghost-like.  A like here and there, a comment, a tweet, a DM.

I hoard all the emails notifying me of your writings so that I don’t fall behind.  I want to be present so badly. You all were my lifeline for so long, but now I am stronger and need this world less and less.  It scares me.  Who am I without all of you?  Without Hy?

But the message I want to share today is that I do see you and hear you.  All of you.  And I love you.

Anyway, it’s time for my meeting now.



A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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4 thoughts on “I’m here, you just don’t know it.
  1. First and foremost, remember to take time to breathe. While it sounds easy, it’s not and you need to take a moment or two for yourself to take a deep breath.

    You are strong person (probably stronger than you give yourself credit for), a good friend (especially to your internet boyfriends) and a wonderful mother.

    Just know that we’ll be here if, and when, you need us.

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