I hear my front door slam shut, and I'm left alone. All alone. Rashid is gone. I feel numb. It's over. I broke us. Rashid is gone. I felt numb before, but this is different. Rashid is gone. Before, there just wasn't anything in me. Now I know what it feels like to have something, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (3)
When I get up, Rashid seems to be still asleep. I sit down on one of my counter stools and sip a glass of water. I glance at Rashid, who is lying on his stomach, duvet abandoned by his side. My side. Rashid undressed before going to bed, but he’s still wearing his boxer briefs … Continue reading First Times – Sam (2)
There is a place within all of us,It is sacred, so free of judgement.And this is yours to share with who you wish Hushed promisesSighs, breathy, gentle, Mouths touchingLips partingTongues dancingArms anchoring, holding, groundingFingers brushingIgniting sparksShimmering lightning This is your sanctuary… sanctuary Melting in your warmthHeat blooming between usSweat tracing languid paths There is no boundary, … Continue reading Sanctuary
I sit on my old bed. I'm mad at Josie, but I know part of my anger comes from my own insecurities. Some of the things she said really hit close to home. What if I'm too young for him? What does he even see in me? What if he gets bored with me? What … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (11)
It's not even a week later, and I find myself on a bus to Leonidas, my childhood neighbourhood, again. This time I'm not alone. Rashid is with me, and we're headed to spend Thanksgiving with my family. It's going to be the first time that they'll meet him. The first time I'm introducing a boyfriend … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (10)
I'm on the bus to Josie's. It's the day after we found out that our father died several months ago. I'm alone. Not because Rashid left me, no. We're still good. Although I wouldn't have blamed him. I mean, we're basically still in our rainbows and pink glitter phase of our relationship and we already … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (9)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Rashid's tongue traces down my spine, and I can feel goosebumps erupting on my back in its wake. I'm on my front, in my bed, and this is definitely not the worst way to be woken up in the morning. Rashid's hand is on my hip, and he places kiss after kiss on the small … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (7)
I can't remember how long I stayed in this position, slumped against the railing, the rough surface of the wooden lattice biting into my back. The tears have long run out. I'm empty. Void. I feel numb, and it's not just from the cold that seeps into my skin and settles in my bones. Everything … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (5)
I must have dozed off because my phone startles me when it goes off. I answer the call, sounding just as shitty as I feel. "Hello?" "Hey... I found your note. Sorry, did I wake you?" It's Rashid. His voice is sending shivers down my spine, evoking echoes of my nightmare. "Hi... no... sorry... I... … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (4)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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