Back in June 2017, I was going through a pivotal, stressful, and uncertain time in my life. I had also just so happened to have opened a new Costco sized bottle of 500 daily multivitamins (stick with me here). In midst of all of this turmoil, I distinctly remember, “I wonder where I will be when this bottle is finally empty…some 500 days from now.” Continue reading “Multivitamins”
My last blog post was over six months ago (holy crap where did the time go?). In that post I shared about my loss of sleep and the pool of stress I found myself swimming in because of my sexuality realization. I’d had enough. I tried to push through this and figure this out all on my own, but I had finally reached a point where I needed professional help. I needed help to work through all of this…confusion. Without going into too many details about my sexuality struggles, this post outlines how I went about finding some professional help through therapy.
The Day the Music Died
Authors Note: The following is a guest post from my wife, lets call her, KareBear. After reading the series I put together about My ABDL Journey, she wanted to write a post from her perspective after learning about my ABDL side.
I do not recall the words that were said the night my husband told me about his “little” side. I have no desire to try.
First off, it takes quite a bit to get me mad or upset at someone. If I do get mad, I usually just move on and in a day or so, it’s forgotten. For the most part, I try to understand that people make mistakes and sometimes have bad days, I also try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I do so because I would hope others would extend me that same understanding when I have an off day. Maybe it was the fact that I was a little tired from being up early that day, but the other night I got so upset I physically left a conversation taking place at my own house. Topic? Furry fandom. Continue reading “The Burn of Stereotypes”