The Couch, Dominatrix, and Incest Films

Erica Rhodes
7 min readDec 20, 2021

Someday we’ll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it’s been. — Jack Kerouac

Photo by Anna Jiménez Calaf on Unsplash

I forgot the getting-up portion of my day today.

What a luxury it is to have nowhere to be and nothing to do.

A blessing and a curse, no doubt.

Some days I struggle to find a purpose at all, though I guess I tell jokes at night and people sometimes laugh. Maybe it’s a purpose, not sure yet.

Today I could have slept all day, but around 2pm my ex called.

I shouldn’t really call him an ex anymore, as we dated when we were practically kids, many moons ago, but I call him my ex with fondness for what we had and respect for what we grew into.

Now he is my friend — a steadfast and real one. Sometimes we go months without speaking, but time isn’t something we notice.

He was 23 and I was 18 when we first met while ushering at Symphony Hall in Boston, MA, my first job before starting Boston University as a cello major. He was attending Berklee College of Music as a guitarist, singer, composer.

I liked him right away, with his curly, blonde hair, big blue eyes, and bad boy confidence. Later, I found out he wasn’t that at all. He was sensitive, kind, and loyal, but did a good job…

The author made this story available to Medium members only.
If you’re new to Medium, create a new account to read this story on us.

Or, continue in mobile web

Already have an account? Sign in

Erica Rhodes
Erica Rhodes

Responses (3)

What are your thoughts?

Damn, that hit hard and was achingly lovely. Thank you.

Found you on Babylon Bee. Looking forward to getting more familiar.

That was a sincere honest tough read. Thanks for sharing that bit of yourself. Is there a term for sad smile?