"Girl, come here, I need you." I wipe my hands on the towel hanging from the over door and walk into the living room. Sir is on the couch, the light from the TV flickers over his face, making his eyes glitter. "Yeah?" My hands are still damp and I wipe them on my jeans. … Continue reading Need (Moments with Sir)
I could hear him approach me, and I flinched. "I don't want to be touched! Please..." Sir stopped, one hand already outstretched to comfort. That hand hung for a moment in the air between us, then curled into a fist and I heard him sigh. "Okay." A spasm of agony wrenched my chest and I … Continue reading Rain – Moments with Sir
As the time for my departure on an international trip approaches, my anxiety has risen to new heights of awesomeness. Combined with ruminating depression, I spent most of yesterday, and all night, obsessively thinking about the most horrific things that might happen while I'm away and was completely unable to stop thinking about them. Sub … Continue reading Black Holes and Porridge – Moments with Sir
Sir recently discovered that my new blog theme has emoji buttons at the bottom of posts and decided to go through all of my posts and "like" them with the emoji buttons. I found this both silly and mortifying and, without thinking said, "No, you can't..." I caught myself and stopped, but... not soon enough. … Continue reading Moments with Sir – Can’t?