Author: notsosexinthecity

Wanna hear something romantic as fuck? It’s a bit cringe-worthy, I think, so you must promise you won’t laugh at me. I had this daft idea that Bear and I should reuse the same Christmas cards to each other, just adding new messages, year after year, and he’s only gone and bloody done it. What a fucking cutie. It was an idea I had last year. I think I’d seen it in the papers, some seventy-odd-year-old couple had been using the same Christmas card or Valentine’s Day card for the…

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Do you have any idea how soul-destroying it is to be accused of cheating when it’s the furthest thing from your mind? I mean, c’mon, I’m in my thirties now. Fucking around and being a dick might have been okay when I was in my twenties, without responsibilities, learning about who I was and what I was going to do with my life. But, when you’re a grown-ass woman like I am, cheating is just desperate and pathetic. There is NO need for it. It’s trashy. There, I said it.…

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Content Warning: This is NOT a sexy story. Contains details of sickness. I don’t talk about sex anymore. Why is that? I don’t know. We are having sex, just in case you’re wondering. Admittedly, we haven’t had the easiest ride of things lately, but there have been some pretty epic sessions scattered in the last few months. The other day wasn’t great. I’d worked until 4 am and Bear stayed awake with me. Well, he tried, he did fall asleep on the couch for a while. But, anyway, we went to…

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A couple of you lovely lot have sent me messages lately asking if I’m okay as I’ve been a bit … well, missing, I guess? I have, you’re right, and it’s because I don’t really know what to say. I feel so out the loop too, desperately trying to catch up with what everyone else has been up to and failing miserably. I just … don’t know what to say? What I want to say and what I mean are two different things. Because what I mean is nothing like…

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Having an argument with a jealous paranoid schizophrenic person with undiagnosed Borderline Personality Disorder is a bit like having an argument with an angry, hungry bear. I mean, you can try your hardest to fight back, making as much noise as you can and generally making yourself look as big and as scary as possible, but ultimately, you know you are going to die. That bear is going to rip your head off, tear your limbs away from your body, and then devour you from the inside out. My angry…

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