D Lockyer

We lay together my arms wrapped around you until daylight; you sleeping, my hands cupping your breasts, you holding them there where you h...

So why? Why the naming of what I am? Why the “coming out”?    So much easier to keep your head down and pretend; pretend what you have...

Shame is a destructive force, especially when it is re-enforced by someone you love, even more if they are your life partner. If you are unc...