index | archives | notes Wednesday, Jun. 25, 2008 1:08 a.m. << [ Faceplant ] >> Not rape, not quite, we were just on a different page. So when he wanted to take things a step in the grounded, physical sensation direction and I wanted to take things a step in the metaphysical, connection direction, we both tripped. And I started to cry. He's laying in my bed now, three feet from me, face down. I think he's finished now. He feels like a jerk, and to add insult to injury I told him that I don't know if I can be with him anymore, and that I don't feel safe. "You mean you don't feel safe with me," he said, and I didn't answer. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org