The Trial of Passion

She lays down softly beside me on the white silk sheets.  She raises her wrist, trusting me completely, as I secure her left wrist to the head board.  A moment later, a click and her right wrist is secured.  Ankles follow.  We kiss softly.  There is...

Never Hiding Who I Am, 12/1

I grew up in a Fundamentalist Religion and was a product of that religion.  I can only remember clearly the part of my life when I started to doubt.  I doubted small things at first, like the doctrine that divorces are only okay when adultery occurs....