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I saw them coming from a few yards away and my heart flew up into my throat. I gave some meaningful eye contact for a long moment, averted my eyes, looked back once more to make sure they got the message. After all, I wasn’t alone. I have family visiting.

It’s something I’ve been scared of since I joined this community. I don’t use my real name. I had one close call out on a date, when I ran into a friend from my graduate cohort. Thankfully, she was cool enough to understand when I came out as poly to her and explained the situation.

But, here I was, with family, scared someone would blurt out the wrong name. Instead, the two looked away and walked by me in silence. 

Later on, I texted the one whose number I had, thanking him for understanding the situation. As I did, I realized something about my fear: I was scared most about being part of this community and ashamed of possibly being outed. But, I had neglected to recognize that word: community. It’s not just about the munches and the play parties, it’s about having each other’s backs. 

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Halfway There, Part Eleven

I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm of beating Macy’s ass and I discovered that she was an absolute trooper. I’ve been hit with it before on my ass and a few minutes in, I was crying. She was just lying there, taking it, even asking for more each time I checked in.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I heard Lida ask Flint.

“Ask her,” Flint replied.

I felt a lump rise in my throat when she asked. I didn’t know what to say and I was still super nervous. But, the second I opened my mouth, I couldn’t stop. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said, “I don’t know.” Back when Flint wouldn’t let me go earlier in the evening, he’d threatened to make me pee into a bowl in the kitchen. So, I threatened that. Along with outside on the porch. Along with in the bathtub. When she started whining, I shot at her, “funny you don’t come to my defense when I’m embarrassed, but I’m supposed to make you feel comfortable? You’d better make up your mind and give me a damn good reason why I should let you have any kind of dignity doing this.”

I’m fairly sure surprise registered on both of our faces over what was coming out of my mouth, but I continued. “So, what is it? Where are you going to the bathroom?”

“I…I don’t know,” she whined.

“You don’t know?” I stopped hitting Macy’s ass for a moment, “you ever do any kind of debate? Mock trial?”

“N…no.”

“I’m not fucking surprised.” I resumed beating Macy. “You have no idea how to make an argument. So, you’ve got pathos, which is appealing to my pity for you. Which, after you posed for a fucking Christmas card photo with me on the toilet, I’ve got none of. Ethos, or my sense of ethics. And I have no moral qualms about making you piss on the fucking porch. And logos, an appeal to logic. But I think having you piss into a bowl in the kitchen makes pretty good sense to me, all things considered." 

I was stern, I was intimidating, I was kind of a potty mouth. Flint was grinning like a moron. Lida was squirming. 

"Come on,” I said, setting the rute stick onto the arm of the couch. “Get in the kitchen. You took too long. You’re pissing into a bowl.”

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Oh. My.

Thursday Thoughts

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  1. First things first, I am so amazed and pleased with all the amazing notes and reblogs on this post. You guys have provided such awesome feedback, ideas, etc. The hive mind is alive on this site!
  2. This is a pretty good summary of tumblr.
  3. And a pretty good summary of adulthood.
  4. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love love love young entrepreneurs
  5. This really turned on a dime. I just can’t even.
  6. Who stole my boyfriend’s license plate
  7. And could somebody make me a bumper sticker that says “dick is abundant and low value?”
  8. In other news, this made me cackle.
  9. And this is an achievement in storytelling
  10. As always, pizza teaches us important lessons. Like about beauty. And nutrition (not really.)
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Perfect cures for stress:

  1. An awesome second date (or fourth? Technically? I’ll get to that story eventually!) the included bong rips, watching The Muppets and getting eaten out.
  2. Hearing “how do you do that?” while giving head.
  3. Sir getting two pieces of amazing news back to back and getting to revel in the fact that the man I love is happy and starting to see the payoff of all his hard work.

Consensus for today: life is good.