A haiku:

I loved you more than
I had loved any other
I doubt you did, me

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Your Favorite Letter?

classic typewriter for zine making.

Dear Readers!
That’s you. This is not a letter to someone I once was in love with. Okay, maybe I was once in love with some of you. And probably still am in love with some of you. But this letter isn’t a letter to an ex. This is a letter asking for your feedback.

If you are a fan on facebook, you know that I’m seriously contemplating a zine of my favorite letters thusfar. But I would love your feedback on your favorites, so send me an email at lettersforloves@gmail.com, or simply comment on this post to let me know which letters you think I should include.

Diehard fans who give me feedback will get a copy in the mail, so act now! (You are counting on my follow through, and I’m counting on yours.)

With love and happy reading and writing!
xoxo
Love Letters

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I think that would be very romantic of you.

I met you at a party. Maybe at the only party I went to in college. You made it worth my while and I had a crush on you right away. We danced and it was kind of awkward, because we are both awkward. You never cease to make me giddy, and I think you feel the same way, because you’ve told other people this. I think we are too shy and have had the worst timing though, and now we don’t even live anywhere near each other. I secretly want you to write a love letter to me and post it on this blog. I think that would be very romantic of you. You know who you are…just fucking do it.

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Bound to Happen.

#19

you broke it off last night because i don’t want you to tie me up. it was bound to happen.

but i thought you might just hold off since i’m moving in a month anyway.

i hope it’s really because of that, and not that i accidentally babbled too much about a fucked up situation with an ex. you were just the first loving person who asked me how it went after getting off the plane from seeing him.

7 hours after i met you, i fucked you. how could i not? it was so hot how you pushed me up against the street sign and kissed me. you said we had to leave that coffee shop because you just wanted to touch me. it started raining so you put my bike on the back of your car and drove me to the grocery store. i sort of fell in love with you instantly- but never in a clingy way. you just felt comfortable- like you were already in the family.

i will miss the disgusting combination of chai spice and cigarettes in your mouth. i will miss the way you look me in the eye and tell me loving things, even though we barely know each other.

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as always, I have no expectation

So, I have been thinking a bit lately. I know you are in X, and that is pretty far away. And I know you feel like you need some time to be there, and to be away from home (I mean, I had that too). I just think that in a few months we should take advantage of the fact that we will (maybe) both be single. What would you think about me coming to visit you? You would maybe just be one stop in a series of long distance booty calls…but you would probably be the most fun. And seriously, I fucking love being in foreign countries with you, cause I never have to do anything touristy and you are just as lazy as I am so we get to just stay in bed all day. Even if it’s sunny out and there are magnificent and old things to see nearby.

So, let me know what you think. I mean, as always, I have no expectation. so if you turn me down I still want to come see you. I just figure we may as well get the “are we going to have sex?” part out of the way beforehand. Right?

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“i don’t think you’re a dyke anymore.”

#14
you are #13’s best friend.  the first time we all hooked up, it was my first threesome.  i was slightly nervous at first because #13 was still only the 3rd person i ever slept with.  also, you and i had just met, so i only trusted you by proxy.  it was fun and silly and exciting, but brief.  it was good practice for me to communicate my likes and dislikes to you. i thought you were fun, but didn’t really know you. then we came to visit you on the road trip.  we were there for days and never left the house.  much of my sexual exploration has been with you and that’s partly why i appreciate you so much.  we can love each other like friends, even though we barely knew one another, and we can fuck like we aren’t “in love”.  so i don’t remember the sequence of events, but we did a lot of making out in your city.  you videotaped me and #13 (with a strap on), we videotaped you and x, we all hooked up, we made a “how to female ejaculate” documentary film.  you asked me if you could fuck me, and i was still nervous, so we didn’t that time.  by the time you came to visit me here, i had already slept with #16 and #17, so i knew i could handle it.  after you spent the night, you said “i don’t think you’re a dyke anymore.”

you are an amazing lover.  i’m not even sure what’s the attraction between us, but you are the most thorough person i have ever had a sexual encounter with.  when we fuck, it is for hours.  like high school.  i love your playfulness and openness.  this makes it seem all sexual, but i also love arguing with you and talking smack and thinking about politics.  but mostly, you’ve been an integral part of my sexual development.  you said to me one of the most important things anyone has ever said to me about sex.  we were gchatting and i was telling you that i always tell boys i was raped in high school before i fuck them so that i can give them a list of what is ok and what isn’t ok.  you told me, “you don’t need a reason for what you’re not into… it’s just as fine to be like, ‘i’m not into that’.” i wonder if you know how important that was for me to hear. i would like to keep you as an occasional lover and a sweet friend, and rare as that is, i think we can pull it off. you are kind of amazing.  thanks.
xo

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