Hello beautiful people, it would not be 'right' to sit on the sidelines of this post, given the recent circumstances.
I knew I was bi by mid to late teens, but put the interest down to sexual abuse at the hands of someone older. But when push came to shove I could not do anything, i had become impotent. In rare flashes of bravery I took the odd person home but was always left unfullfilled. As i got older my hormones kicked in - I needed a child. Then I needed shelter, found a place to rest my head. Still always something missing because this was not an honest and open shelter. Sex was a chore and not truly enjoyed, no freedom to move, try new things. Not exhalted. Not treasured. Not touched.
I was not open. I was not honest. And neither was my shelter. My house burned down in a sudden explosion of honesty - all walls blown apart bar one. My child was still standing, swaying a bit and hair askew - but still standing. I grew this child within me and have a strong connection.
And the soul standing next to me held out a hand -come with me, I can show you a place to rest your head. I was led here by the hand, believed the soul I held. Trusted - which for me is huge, given my life. But then the hand was snatched away, harmfully, and I danced along a razors edge looking for clarity. So I came back to the cage, to investigate myself more deeply in a space where such things are allowed. And in myself found everything I need for now.
So here I am, a bare naked Faerie