ashleyatheart
All that was left is hope
ashleyatheart

I find myself single, now 49 (today), and trying to decide if I want to do the dating thing for the first time. It is weird realizing that I have somehow skipped this most common of things. And find myself reluctant to enter the whole meeting strangers dating app scene much less this branded gathering space thing. I

Oh, fuck dress heels... I only wear those things when I am in a fowl mood after someone (usually a man) tells me my comfortable shoes or boots don’t work with what I am wearing. (Grrr... at my size I don’t exactly have many options ya know.) I am nearly 6'5" in my bare feet. Sure... I can wear the 4" heels I bought on

I think looking back at my memories as an adult now it was sexy, kinky, on the edge of pornographic, nearly grotesque art style, very action filled, a story that bordered on surreal. I couldn’t figure out how I felt about it and I think that was the point. And I guess it was a bit fluid like this show they are making

Wow, we grew up with very different MTVs. I remember a near perpetual loop of Money for Nothing, whatever was new from Michael Jackson, that trippy Peter Gabriel claymation video, the chrome astronaut, and then weird things like Bevis and Buthead (Vomit, I feel like I grew up became adult Darla only to watch Beavis

I voted no, though......And then I was thinking when we make up these “romantic aliens” it is always in a very typical human way in both form and sexual function. (I could see exothermic oxygen breathing bilaterally symmetric bipedal form as a fairly common one for walking and air breathing aliens) But our “sexual plan

Wow, okay... I see a fascinating narrative and counter narrative going on I just wish it was not so hateful. I find the struggle with how the world sees you as an all too familiar but the violent hate alien to me. Really, I completely understand the battle of finding one’s self worth in a world that seems to seek

Agreed, something shifted in me a few years ago and I just can’t give a crap like others do any more. But have to keep at it to support my kids and am terrified of going back into the job market at my age... and... umm... now not as easily hidden queerness. And frankly fear starting over and I know they would just want

While I agree with your refutation neither gender only takes one of these two paths to self harm. Having grown up surrounded by nerdy folks. One eventually encounters a shut-in. I am not saying being nerdy is connected, but what I have seen is isolation breed some unhealthy focus especially in men, throw in over

Thank you, a far more elegant and evocative exploration of the issues than I have heard in a long time.

Honestly I don’t know what is going on with me lately. Me, this introvert who for the prior year and a half struggled with bouts of anxiety just going out the door at times. Then bottom surgery, getting help with my first UTI, I have the misfortune of being at the urgent care when my PCP is on duty... he is in a near

Sorry for the slow reply, life kept happening, and because I was as is my usual bad habit responding in an over long manner. Ahh brevity. and wit... The shining light I forever chase!

I feel you on queer nightclubs. In my one and only time getting on the dance floor if it was not for the gay friend I had with me who

Oh goodness long time South Floridian transplanted to Washington state! Growing up I never knew snow or seasons but I hold on to the occasional summer adventure growing up sailing in the Bahamas or meeting family in Connecticut my child’s brain turning any collection of old trees in the open family backyards I roamed

I am trans, I think about this each time I walk alone. Meet queer cisgender girlfriends in straight bars for a “queer takeover” as I try to keep my adrenaline down and my smile ready. And battle the feeling of having to “perform” and seek to make who I am unerasable not just for other’s comfort and my own safety, but

This syphilitic sore of a man whose special talent seems to be his ability to crystalize the latent bigotry, greed, narcissism, and sociopathy in all those who follow him. Really what in the living hell... Ahh the GoP dream... the fine lantations of yore reborn in the south whips cracking upon the backs of all but the

Oh what a wonderful example of fatherhood to help his daughter see what healthy adult male behavior and relationships with them looks like. (I in no way empathize with the poor girl in this story and her now public record father troubles.)   

Oh fuck yes, while I don’t think the stigma will ever fully go away, my dream is that any single payer system that we eventually move to includes mental health care. And we start with every child having at a minimum twice a year eval and conversation. I think then if one normalizes it that way like an annual visit to

I worked surrounded by a bunch of nerdy men who wouldn’t shut up about this show. So I watched the first episode and hated it. But they kept pushing no give it a chance it gets better... I tried... and you do to some extent... but doesn’t get “better” it is like some fantasy soap opera with no guiding moral core that

Oh for sure, the problem is that the while the enlightenment mostly freed us from the rulers of divine providence. (in both state and church) Some only sought the freedom to push their agenda and the rise of the industrial age and the amplification of cults of personality created a new god and ruler, greed. From which

I try to be reserved in my fears, to hope maybe some KFC and diet coke filled party in the the white house with the conservative justices and Trump as they savor their nearing victory takes enough of them out to stop all this in one fell salmolenna fueled karmic re-balancing.