love – Goddess of Foxes

Forlorn

I’ve needed companionship for quite some time now, actually. I need someone who I know is there, whether it’s to be listened to or just hugged, knowing my company is not just wanted, but as equally needed.

Another Silly Love Story

I write erotica. I apologize if this has been stated before in an earlier post. I tend to write these entries while at work, and the internet signal is abysmal. So, if I repeat myself, it is just my older age settling in. It happens.

My Man Roger

In a previous post, I announced a new man in my life, Roger. I had no idea how important that guy was going to be to me then, but now, I can’t imagine my life without him.

New man

I have been without pets for almost 2 years now. I had to have my sweet puppy put to sleep in July 2019. It was one of the hardest, most heartbreaking things that I have had to do in my life. I still miss him very much and wish he were still with me.

Accidental revelations

Over the course of the last week, my mind had been heavy with the concept of sexuality and my own. I have often wondered why I am the way I am and why I am not like most when it comes to relationships.

Who do I think I am

This post has been long in the making. I have thought about it a lot since I started this blog. Who am I? What are my core beliefs? If I had to summarize who I think I am and what represents me, what would I say? It’s easy, but tough, because we are complex beings, for the most part. We aren’t black or white, but a myriad of colors that reach across a spectrum.

The loveless

It’s Valentine’s Day. That singular day of the year that reminds me I’m shitty at finding soulmates.

French bread pizza

I made french bread pizza today when I got home from work. It seems like a weird thing to mention, however, it always reminds me of my favourite grandmother.

Relationship dreams

When I was younger and thinking about how my life would be, I can be 100% certain this is not what I pictured.

Details of no consequence

I recently turned 50. For some reason, my brain thinks this is a big deal. Maybe it’s because I never anticipated living past 32 when I was younger. Either way, my brain seems to think that I have passed into “being old”, which is ironic, since, it also wants to believe I’m still close to my eatly 20’s.