15 Years (and a Decade) Ago
The first time Delia told me she loved me was 15 years ago … the day my dad died. I wish he’d been able to know her … he would have loved her so much. Their loving kindness and senses of humour are so exceptional and similar.
And just over ten years ago, near Mother’s Day of 2007, is when Delia decided to transition. My memory of that day and her announcing this beautiful change is one of the happiest and most hopeful, joyful memories in my whole entire life.
My #wife @deliadelions ... feeling a lot of love & good fortune ... watching #longstrangetrip with her, thinking about our shared #values, & our #work together (and our work adjacent). Thinking about #fears & #possibilities. Thinking about #collaborative #introversion. #whenintrovertscollaborate #fearlessintroversion #justbeweird Thinking about our purposes here. Thinking about why we two were brought together ... believing it was bigger than mere accident and how we made & make it so. Thinking about this beautiful long, strange trip of our own we're on & how supportive, patient, uncritical & faithful she is of me & my experiments. Thinking about how she confirms that even if we lose everything, we will still have everything.
I fervently wish for everyone to be able to be their best, happiest, truest, most green-growing radiantly-thriving selves, and be surrounded by love, safety and the certainty that we all want the very best for each other, and allow each other the freedom to determine what is best for themselves. It may not be true today, and it doesn’t seem probable … but it is possible, and I want to focus on believing that kernel of goodness is in everyone as much as our capacity for fear, willfully self-centered comfortable ignorance, and cruelty.
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