‘You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you’
For Ray.
Tag: relationships
birthdays the manfriend
Birth of the boyfriend
I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener! Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.
the family
My parents have been married 31 years today
More than three decades and my dad still calls my mom his “green-eyed beauty.” Cheers, you crazy kids.
it's true — I'm crazy relationships
I like to think
… that every time someone hurts me, I get to put a little karma coin in the bank, which I can cash out later to go on an emotional holiday. That makes no sense but it’s the only fucking thing that keeps me in the game sometimes.
relationships the family
Where it will go
I have been laid low a few times in my life. Luckily (or perhaps sadly, depending on your perspective and how much you like to see me suffer), not too terribly many times. Nonetheless, this weekend I found myself on my floor in a heap, a demon of despair escaping from my lungs in great heaves. It was not pretty and it was not cathartic. It just felt like death. The death of all the…
photos relationships
Yes, hello
I am here, I am a little shaken, but I am okay. Again, as they always do, my friends and family have gone above and beyond for me. I don’t know how I got so lucky. I’m deeply humbled, endlessly grateful, and I’ve got a lot to think about. It’s not quite time to write about it all yet, but in due time I’ll get it down. Thank you to everyone who gets me by.
memories relationships the manfriend travel
Jackpot
Sometimes it’s 11 p.m. and the boy you’re smitten with emerges from the office, where he’s been studying, and says, “Want to go for a drive?” because he’s got to run some fancy magic juice through his gas tank so he can pass his emissions test in the morning. And that is how you will find yourself going east, east, east, and telling him to drive you past your very first Memphis apartment, which gives…
men the internet is fun
An example of how not to woo a woman
I had a Plenty of Fish profile once upon a time. My username? Hipsterectomy. Yeah, yeah. You wish you thought of it. Anyway. If you’re a girl and you put up even a semi-flattering photo of yourself, you get a shitton of worthless one-word e-mails from dudes (subject line: “hi,” e-mail body: “hi”), even ones who, were they to actually read your profile, would see they are not compatible in any way with you. It’s…
the family the manfriend
I snooze, I lose
My dad is a snorer. A robust Olympian of a snorer. The kind of snorer who can shake walls and summon earthquakes with his tracheal vibrations. For years I suffered through family vacations spent sleeping in the same room as my parents. As soon as dad would nod off — which never took long, as damn near everyone in my family is more or less narcoleptic — I knew that was all the wrote, and…
it's true — I'm crazy
I am broken, please help
The manfriend said, “Tell me a story.” So I told him not one, but two stories about dead animals.
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