Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

By Joshua Espinoza (via lunemoelleux)

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I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?

Rosie Wilby, “You’re More Polyamorous Than You Think” (via sodisarmingdarling)

To all my fav gal & guy pals.

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What an amazing day!  Halfway to Tabletop Day was a ton of fun.  We had about 200 people make it out, and SO many different games were played that there was no way to count.

Thank you all for coming out!  Hopefully we’ll see you all in April for a HUGE International Tabletop Day event!

Photos by Erik S. (Erik the Blue)

If he’d learned one thing while he’d been away, it was that loneliness is the most taboo subject in the world. Forget sex or politics or religion. Or even failure. Loneliness is what clears out a room.

Miss Wyoming: Douglas Coupland (via 365-daysofstephanie)

Deke and I spent Saturday afternoon at Halfway to Tabletop Day and got in a great first-time play of Rampage, and Deke went back for seconds on the massive Tsuro of the Seas the crew put together. We plan on adding both to our library soon. Much thanks to Kevin, Andrew and the entire Tabletop Tuesdays crew for a great day of gaming.