Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, disability, dating, love and life! Hope you have a nice stay!
.I am used to not always being able to do what I want or even get everywhere, but my approach to living is to go where I can and do what I can without focusing on my limitations.
Perhaps paradoxically, wanderlust was a sort of side effect of becoming disabled for me. So was plain lust.
Sometimes I feel like my gay brother is a brother and a sister rolled into one.
It was a big adventure to start dating at age 52 as a disabled woman.
I think I will miss going to the beach the most until the day I die.
Charlie became jealous, but he had to deal with it as part of his polyamory game.
At the risk of sounding like an old lady, I find the phenomenon of dick pictures generally appalling.
The list of activities that I completely lost the ability to do seems endless.
When I say journey through 19 years of chronic pain, I mean I have had the sensation of pain every waking minute of every day for 19 years.
Having been through a health crisis in the middle of the summer left me seeking as much adventure as possible during what little remained of the summer.
I love coffee. I need it to function. I am addicted to it. Can say most of that about sex, too, but I can’t say it’s an addiction. More of a “nice to have”.
It wasn’t until we were putting our seatbelts on for the long drive home from my romantic, idyllic log cabin at the lake that I realized what had happened over the last 48 hours.