A blog by Katie Cruz
Most of us remember where we were on the day of the September 11, 2001 attacks. But do you remember the day before? The innocence and security we felt? The world changed on 9/11. The children we love will never experience the world as we did before that fateful day. I watched a video created
The last time we were together, Lucy karaoked “Jester” by Badflower. I just watched the music video to that song, and between the lyrics and the plot of the video, and me associating that song with Lucy, it’s so heart-wrenching.
I had met another female MAP on Twitter last year. Her name was Alyssa. She was out to the world, sharing pictures of herself with GLogo earrings. She was hella cool, down to earth, and I can tell she had good intentions when it comes to children. Very wise beyond her years. And then like
I love you so much. I’ve missed you these last few years. You’re my best friend. I feel safe with you. When we hold each other, I feel like I’m in heaven. And I’d give anything to be there again. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. You mean the world to me.
Re: Has a little girl ever grown up and disappointed you with what she’s become or what she believes? This happened to me with J. She was a loving, friendly, and affection girl. I was in love with her, and hoped to one day marry her. I even got her family’s blessing when she turned
You know, I love her so much, I’d be willing to wait until she’s 18 just for a chance of a relationship. I’m actually turned on imagining her at legal age, the two of us going out at two in the morning in our pajamas to get snacks at the gas station. Laughing and joking,
I wanna write a book. “Letters to Lucy.” Basically it would be a collection of memoirs of our time together, as well as thoughts, poems, and just things I would tell her if she were to read this as an adult. 3 goals: 1. A way for me to get closure. 2. Maybe someday she
I’m in love with her. I love and care about her deeply. I know we’ll never be able to have a traditional romantic relationship, get married and grow old together. But I want to be her friend. Someone she can talk to. A shoulder to cry on. And I know someday, she’ll meet some boy…
There was a girl I used to fool around with when we were in high school. Her name was Chelsea. She lived with her mom, and dad was almost never around. She knew about my orientation. She told me she had a 10 year old half sister who lived with her dad. She said I
(This article appeared in Alice Lovers Magazine Issue 4, released April 24, 2019) I’ve known for a long time that I was a girl-lover. I’ve always found young girls to be desirable, on an emotional and physical level. I couldn’t explain these feelings and didn’t know why I felt that way. All I knew was
