Isaac

don’t date to escape loneliness. I don’t date to fill gaps. I don’t date because something is missing. I date to grow — to let my heart stretch, to let my universe widen. That’s why I’m selective. My life is already a garden. My marriage is already a home. My erotic energy is something I steward for a living — tenderly, intentionally, never carelessly. So when someone asks me out, it has to matter.

Missing someone is the way my body honors connection — a soft, lingering tether that says you mattered here, even after the moment has passe

A reflection on heartbreak, self-worth, non-monogamy, and choosing yourself with intention.

A poetic reflection on love, longing, and the ache of visibility in open relationships. When freedom and attachment collide, what parts of us awaken?

Sometimes the hardest part of new love isn’t the waiting—it’s the wondering: will he still see me, even when the evidence of other lovers lives on my skin?