Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving


I got stuck. It didn’t happen all at once, but the end result is the same. I exist almost exclusively inside of a 10 foot sphere of space. My agoraphobia seems to have reached it’s ultimate potential. Some days it isn’t so bad. But even those days take monumental effort. Like walking uphill through molasses. … Continue reading Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving

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Through The Ghost


I initially wrote this as a combination of a journal entry and a letter to the sub and the sailor (the sub’s girlfriend and my submissive-esque person – we are still defining it). I am editing it to both redact names and such, as well as adding more information because I think it needs to … Continue reading Through The Ghost