Read MoreUnfortunately, it’s not uncommon to hear someone express that they didn’t come back to the meetings as quickly as they should have after a relapse because they felt ashamed—for having relapsed, breaking their commitment. I’ve found what works for me: experimenting with substances, prescription medications, and plant-medicines, and measuring success by how intentionally I move through the world and show up in my relationships.
Read MoreI wore a military uniform for 18 years of my life. The journey to hang it in the closet, and don the apparel of a festival-going, peace-loving, feelings-oriented, openly polyamorous and queer bodyworker, forced me to confront a lot of the messages I received about what it means to be a real man in the eyes of my fellow servicemen, my military family, and myself.
…A soft groan escaped my lips. It wasn’t of pleasure or pain. It was a groan of remembering.
Read MoreI felt like no one cared when I was raped. As a boy in the 80s, and man in the 90s, I got the message to stay quiet about my sexual trauma…I certainly hadn’t expected butt plugs to be integral to my bodily and spiritual healing journey.
…A soft groan escaped my lips. It wasn’t of pleasure or pain. It was a groan of remembering.
Read MoreHow had I gotten to the point of possibly becoming a father just because my wife wanted to?
…I took a hard look at my people-pleasing or “White Knight” tendencies, and ultimately found how to “dismount” from that seemingly glorious, but ultimately self-defeating, role in my relationships.
Read MoreWho I am with the women I date and who I am with my Costco bottle of Lubriderm are so divergent, they make Jekyll and Hyde look like identical twins…giddy to log on to Pornhub and search the real rough stuff I wasn't getting with my partner.”
