Dear X:

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Dear Selves,
What are we gonna do with us? Hmm? Cuz what we're doing ain't workin'. We are a mess, falling apart at the seams and we can't keep sticking our fingers in the levy.
We are falling apart physically, mentally, emotionally, financially and we keep acting like we don't notice, like it doesn't bother us.

Right now the only thing keeping us trudging forward, one foot after the other, one breath after the next is him. And that's not fair to him, or baby him, or Him. We need to be more active, more proactive, on so many levels. We owe it to them and we owe it to us.

I know everything feels out of control, I know everything feels like fate and circumstance are at the wheel; and I don't know what to tell us about fixing it. But we can't just throw up our hands and watch life circle the drain. The drain doesn't empty anything, it just ends up on the baggage we drag behind us.

I wish we knew where to start; I wish it was like the scene from Gone With The Wind. But life isn't a nettle field, we know what to do with a nettle field. I hate to call us out without at least offering a starting point, but...well, here we are.

Go home, get some rest, we'll hit it hard in the morning.
 
Dear me

All you have to do is let go properly - fully.

It's the simplest thing in the world and it will also be the bravest and hardest thing you've ever had to do.

But it will be the most wonderful thing you've ever done too. And, once done, it's done.

You WILL be safe while you do it because P will be right there holding your hand - before, during and after.

You can do this. You will do this. And you will be so fucking glad you did that you may cry for a fortnight - and that's ok because you will be safe.

28 days to go.

Soon come.

Love,
Me.
 
Dear X:

We have been friends for a long time. I have always told you that it will never be anything more than friends. I don't think I can be any clearer! So, why do you insist I saying and doing the things you do? If you value our friendship, you will STOP!

- Only Your Friend
 
Dear Daddy J,
You are so handsome in your uniform I just cant help staring at you in awe. I can tell you like it and know I am thinking that I know whats under all that stuff lol. You are a beautiful human being and one of the most caring men I have ever met. I am falling for you...and I am not going to fight it like I usually do.
your lil' girl


Dear Daddy E,
You know how much I love you and you know I will do whatever you need me to do. I will try to do it without the drama.You see Daddy J and I becoming closer by the day and I think it pleases you....but I still miss you and my heart hurts when I cant be with you. I will wait forever if that is what it takes, and I promise to try to be the best girl I can while I am waiting.
I am yours...always,
your crybaby
 
J t', Can I use this place as a place to vent about things that I don't really need you to address? I have my diary that I will keep for us, but sometimes I just want to be heard by someone when I feel the need to let go of some of my jealousy & anger towards her & how I know that she doesn't deserve you. And at times when I think back & am still dealing with other feelings that I don't want to bring up again because they would cause unnecessary drama but that I am still hurting from?...

Let me start with one little thing ... there is more to it than this, but, when you wrote, in the place she had never been, for me to not hurt her tender heart ... what about my tender heart? You were mine first. Back then, I didn't care if her tender heart was squished into oblivion, but the fact that here you were more concerned about her tender heart than offering an apology & continuing love is a betrayal that I will never understand.

Please, do not reply, do not address here or when we talk unless I feel the need to bring it up with you. I see it as drama that is unnecessary in our lives. As for the long term effects, you know that there will be a time when we are together that I may vent and that I have something to talk to you about. And I promise that that talk will not involve drama and after, depending on how we feel you can either play my body with impact, or slide into me as we make love, but that no matter what course we take, we will be together. ...

Bet seriously, her tender heart? My tender heart needs some TLC. I love you, I will wait to hear from you this week I hope. Forever Your bd.
 
The Holy Grail, ain't it?
Best wishes in your journey, I know just how you feel. :rose:

Yeah, it really is. And not the super cool Indiana Jones type of quest either. At least, not all of the time. I never realized how much work can go into reaching for my own happiness. Definitely worth it though.

Thank you for your words. Sometimes all it takes to lift my mood is to know there are others out there that get it:rose:
 
I'm writing this as catharsis...
I'm writing this because I cannot say this to her face...
I'm writing this to relieve the stress inside from the ordeal...


Dear X,
You thought if you forbid Master to talk to me and see me, that it would make your world perfect. You thought you could snuff out his desire for me and his love for me. You judged me without getting to know me and never gave me a chance. That was two years ago this August 3rd.

I'm writing to let you know your plan didn't bear the fruit you expected. You could not snuff out the love that Master and I have for each other and the deep trust and faith and loyalty we have toward each other. He came back to me and loves me. Our love is as strong as ever. We share a bond that you will never understand nor show any interest in understanding.

I don't hate you. I don't wish ill will on you. I just wish you would let Master and I be physically together again. Why won't you let Master be happy if you supposedly love him so much? Why won't you let him be complete? I may never know the answers to these questions.

Just remember, it was your doing - I was open minded and wanted to make things work between us - you were the one who was nasty and judgmental and made my stay a living nightmare...

There I feel better now...
 
Dear X,

I love you. I admire how you lived your life. I'm happy you went out your way. I'm devastated you are gone.

*HUGS, HUGS, always more HUGS for you*

My bright tiger baby.

:heart:
 
Dear X,

I did something today that I haven't in ages. I thought of you while I got ready for the day. I always think of you while I shower, that's a given, and as I dry off I always think back on how you removed my towel so you could see me as I dried my hair with another. But today was different.

I thought of you while I blow dried my hair. It was long when I was there, I never blow dry when it's long, so I wondered what look you'd have on your face as I stand there bent over my short locks blowing up.

I thought of you whille I styled my new hair cut. Pulling up a bunch and teasing it so I can put that odd looking thing in and bump it. I almost saw you looking in the mirror as I adjusted it and sprayed. I must have put in enough to hold a small animal to my head.

As I looked in the mirror I could hear your voice, see you smiling at me, and knew you'd want me to look finished. I thought of you as I went through each stage of make up. As I picked the eye liner, the blush, the powder, and as I looked for the right shade of lipstick.

I put on the locket you sent me for Christmas. It sits perfectly between my clevage. You always pick just the perfect length. And as I looked myself over, standing there behind me, hands on my waist, I saw you there.

I know I'm always with you, and you're always with me Love.

Yours

:kiss:
 
Dear X

You have the incredible good luck to be married to one of porn's most marketable women. You sell over fifty thousand copies of a DVD withher face on it.

YAY for you, asshole, but you cannot accuse me of defaming you because I won't buy hetero porn.

I am just one little dyke. I am not some huge conspiracy. I WISH to FUCK I had mainstream taste, I'd be a fappier girl. Oh, and I'd probably have more money to indulge myself with, too.

FUCK YOUUUU you pimpass piece of self-aggrandising shit, I never asked for your recommendations. You make them in public, you got turned down in public. Your problem, not mine. Make your money off of everyone else.

Crash Pad gets my meager fapping dollars. Deal.

Sincerely,

The feminist-lesbian who doesn't hate men despite it all but is beginning to hate your ass.
 
Dear P

And so you see I have come to doubt
all that I once held as true.
I stand alone without beliefs;
the only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
weave their weary paths and die,
I know that I am like the rain;
there but for the grace of you go I.

This played in my car on the way home tonight and it made me want to turn the car round and come and sing it to you.

:heart:

All my love
me
x
 
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Dear X,

Thanks for showing up when you did. Thanks to me for recognizing and not ignoring the thoughts in my head. Thank you for allowing me to let free that hidden part of me, the one I share with nearly no one.

Whether anything happens or not, I really do appreciate you, your humor, your badness, your ability to talk and relate, and well.... understand me. I thought, or didn't think that I could ever want like this again, let alone realize that having it is a possibility and not merely something I would simply long for.
 
Dear You,

I want that. I want to go into that room with you. There is nothing that would make me prouder or happier than for you to take me there, be it physically or until then in the mind. I understand that there would be no "dynamic". You would be you & I would be just what you need to do what you want. But I want it to, and I want to be that for you. I love you.

Forever ~ Split-Aparts
 
Dear X,

Shut up you patronizing piece of shit! I ask a question. I am not your Honey, and do not need you to talk down to me. You really wouldn't like it if I made grandiose generalizations about you without backing them up.

Sincerely,
Me.
 
Dear X:
You may not have noticed, but a museum is not an appropriate place for you to have a long, loud phone conversation. I don't care that you paid admission, the whole bloody floor can hear you. Yes we are air conditioned, but so, probably, is your car. What the hell is so difficult about your life that you feel the need to talk about it, again, LOUDLY, for over half an hour? I'm sitting 15 feet away from you, I can hear every word that comes out of your mouth. If you come in again, I'm not letting you past the desk.
 
Dear X,

The other day I was out with mom looking for the perfect chest for my room. We stopped at an antique mall thinking at least I might find a new pirate looking trunk to put my toys in. While I was walking about, I found a booth with a huge amount of vintage pin up girls. Pictures of them, not the actual girls. They were mostly drawings, 1930's-40's by the looks of them. As I giggled and sorted through them you crossed my mind.

I remembered a few of our conversations on victorian erotica. It made me smile. I mused on what you would say about each girl. Which ones would stroke your fancy and which ones you'd turn your nose at. I miss our musings. You always could make me giggle with such a mix of emotions.

I hope you're well dear. I wonder if my musings will conger your appearance once more.

Reminiscently yours,
cuntikins
 
Dear M1985 and J1989:

I did the best I could; I've felt the loss for too many years; I think it's time to let the loss go, to let it float off like the hot air balloon floating across the sky as I write this. I love you both, still, but I know you are both in better places without me and that alone makes the pain all worthwhile. So I must choose to rejoice in having done the right thing at a very hard time. Forever you will be in my heart but I just can't hurt anymore. I hope you both sometimes think of me with love and not self-doubt. Self-doubt would kill me. Remember, in those moments you were very much cherished, loved, and put ahead of all else. It was all I could give.

Love,
Me


Dear MM:

I'm rejecting the shame you placed on me all those years ago. I don't want you back in my life, so I can't tell you this to your face. But it needs to be said somewhere in the universe. I went through the loss; I suffered the consequences; I made hard choices; I was the "adult"; those decisions still impact me today. Your fear and inability to care properly for your children is soundly rejected as having any lasting impact on my life hence forth. I did turn out vastly different than you; and I did it for the most part without anything from you but a bad example. I've only privately said to my secret-est journals that I am moving forward...now I'm saying it to the world because I have every right to expect it to be true.

Hopefully, with a last good-bye,
Me
 
Dear X
I get it, you don't think you need glasses. But you need them to drive, so that's just the fucking way it is. Its not my fault you made a stupid choince on frames. I try to help you, fitting the temples perfectly behind your ears and you suddenly want them to stick out like damned wings? Fine by me. Oh, and I went through tons of training to fit things properly, I really dont appreciate you bending some very delicate parts willy-nilly with your meatfingers. Yes, you will feel a little odd wearing them for the first little while, but theres shit all I can do about that. Man up and get freaking used to them for a day before you come and chew my ass out. You wanted distance glasses but get mad when you can't see closeup? I reccomended PALs and bifocals but nooooo you didnt want them. Its not my problem, get it? I hope to whatever God is up there you don't come back.
 
Dear x,

Actually, yeah, you do look kinda slutty, especially with a significant other in tow.

But nice to know that your desire to continue to dress that way is the reason you want to be with girls, I welcome you to our side :rolleyes: And good luck with the whole women not being as insecure thing.

Signed,

Wouldn't pick you up in a bar
 
Dear x,

Actually, yeah, you do look kinda slutty, especially with a significant other in tow.

But nice to know that your desire to continue to dress that way is the reason you want to be with girls, I welcome you to our side :rolleyes: And good luck with the whole women not being as insecure thing.

Signed,

Wouldn't pick you up in a bar


QFT! And I just posted that almost EVERY woman that I have dated would have had a huge issue with that outfit as well....
 
QFT! And I just posted that almost EVERY woman that I have dated would have had a huge issue with that outfit as well....

I really shouldn't read the GLBT forum, it only gets me riled up; it's like watching a car wreck, I know I should look away but I can't
 
I really shouldn't read the GLBT forum, it only gets me riled up; it's like watching a car wreck, I know I should look away but I can't


Dear Self,

Do not argue with fucking idiots. Do NOT argue with fucking idiots. DO NOT ARGUE WI
TH FUCKING IDIOTS!!!
 
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