I first met Geela Naiman in the early 1980s. There was an SF fan gathering at my house. Sherry Nehmer, an editor at Analog, was the featured speaker. Near the end of Nehmer's talk, a friend of hers arrived to drive her home. That friend was Geela, though I didn't hear her name at the time. After…
What do you call it when someone wants to be bisexual, but despite that wish they discover they're only attracted to one gender but not the other? I have yet to see a word for this, so I hereby propose one: "wannabi." Someone please notify the OED.
From today's Writer's Almanac: On this day in 1327, the poet Petrarch saw Laura for the first time. [...] Petrarch was 22 years old, and she was a teenager, maybe 17. He fell instantly in love. He wrote: It was the day when the sun's heavy rays Grew pale in pity of his suffering Lord When I…
A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging out with some friends who are in a polyamorous relationship. I was the only one there not part of that poly family. As we were sitting around chatting, I asked a somewhat personal question of one of the others. I acknowledged that it was personal, but I was still…
By William Butler Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or…
She called yesterday. We talked for about two hours. It was the usual: computer consulting, stuff going on in our lives, pets, plans. Last night, I dreamed about her. It was a pleasant enough dream (no, there weren't any radiant fruits of passion), but I always find dreaming about her to be unsettling. Oh well, it's over.…
On top of a sucky day, I found a note from her that she wrote about two years ago. I hadn't seen it before now.I'll deal with it. But why couldn't I have found the note two weeks ago? Or two weeks later?And yeah, there could be other notes. I'll just have to accept them when I…
So I said good-bye to her.No fuss, no discussion, no more futile attempts at closure. I don't think she understands that we won't see each other again, or that that will be entirely her choice.She taught me a lot. But one lesson I did not learn is how to let go. Maybe I'll finally learn that lesson…