Payback’s a Bitch – The Payoff

Or so I thought. Five hundred and twenty-five whacks later and my debt to society–er, W–would be paid-in-full. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, right? Riiiighhhttt…. Anywho. This is how it started out, with me contemplating those 525 lashes of the flogger. This is how it ended up: Him:…

Payback to Come: 525

I still have one dollar to pay back to W of the three I borrowed (see the other two here: Pennies and Inflation.) A few weeks ago he set up exactly how I would pay it back: I could either count every digit on a handful of coins or every…

Wanton Wednesday – Beach Tease

Thought I would share some fun W and I had on the shore in Ocean City this past weekend. [slideshow] Whether it’s a little naked or a lot naked, baring your soul or baring your body parts, you are welcome to join us! Yes, you! Words, photos, whatever you want…

Fractured

Most times, living between two houses is a positive thing. I have two places to call home, two places I feel secure, two men to love me and hold me all night. Sometimes both on the same night. But sometimes having two places makes me feel fractured, reflecting pieces of…