For the origin story of #NoFucksFriday and the collected works of 2018, click here! Friday 3 May 2019 Happy #NoFucksFridays gorgeous humanoid beings! A special shout out to Rob Maxwell, celebrating their 40th birthday today - this person has opened my mind, tweaked my curiosity, and given me a weekly chance to exercise (and occasionally... Continue Reading →
#NoFucksFriday & #ChooseYourDamnsWisely – The Collected Works – 2018
SCROLL PAST INTRO FOR THIS WEEK'S PIECE 👇🏻🤘🏻 Inspired by the work of evolutionary thinkers Mark Manson (The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck) & Airial Clark (How To Be A Woman And Not Give a Fuck), what started out as a way to process my feelings within a new framework has become a... Continue Reading →
Fingerpointing and Storytelling – The Subtle Art of Really Not Getting It Right
I feel I'm on the cusp of a fairly substantial paradigm shift, doing something that is new and unfamiliar to me, and it seems important to share it. Strap yourselves in, because it’s a long one, but more than a few of you might share my ‘a-ha’ moment, I suspect, especially if you’re in a... Continue Reading →
The black tornado, the black fire
As someone who lives with a bipolar (or, in my reality, what feels like a quadripolar) framework, attacks of agitated mania can shape my life for days on end. I wanted to explain those feelings creatively, and this is the result. The experience I've described here can last from anywhere from about 20 minutes to 8 hours or so.
The Fool’s Journey and Pandora’s Box
My Budj* (I'll elaborate on this term - and him - elsewhere, but you can take it to mean boyfriend/partner/nesting partner or a variation of) self-identifies with the Tarot card figure The Fool.Symbolically, The Fool represents the beginning of our journey through life's adventures and trials, and the notion of a fresh start. Waking each morning... Continue Reading →
QUEEN (aka The Myth of The Infinite Lover, as told by Fig)
Recently I was given the gift of something truly remarkable - and especially so for a story and word obsessed lexisexual who craves thoughtful external perspective. Over several uncensored nights, Fig, my Sometimes Lover and Continual Delight (you might remember him from What’s (Infinite) Love Got to Do With It?) enthralled me with an epic tale... Continue Reading →
Picking Up the Pieces – the happier aftermath of painful endings
Hello. I'm the Infinite Lover, and I have a confession to make. I wrote - a lot, and for months on end - about the demise of a certain relationship. I wrote about it until I was almost bored of it myself, and I wondered if any of you guys would even read it. I... Continue Reading →
You Should Have Known Better (or How It’s Time to Start Listening to What People Say About Themselves / Stop Ignoring What They’re Really Showing of Themselves)
It's no secret that I went through another shitty break up fairly recently, or that it's taking quite some time to work through it (side note - surely this shit should get easier with age???). I've done a lot of processing, both public and private, about my role in the relationship's demise, and I see how both circumstances... Continue Reading →
Allow Me to Introduce Myself
Hi there. My name's The Infinite Lover, and I have a confession to make. I often forget to truly introduce myself in my relationships. It's something I guess I've been aware of for a while. I've seen myself get to the end of longterm relationships - shorter ones too, if they're intense enough - only... Continue Reading →
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I remember the night we met. As is so often the case with me, the connection was instant. You were lit up with a fire that burned brightly, no matter how dark you might become at times. It was intoxicating, but in a way that made me feel like I could see more clearly. I wanted to... Continue Reading →