“Sweetheart, if you keep picking the same hiding spot, it’s only going to get easier to find you.”
Gaile
Gallery, 1975
bend
I’ve been learning to be flexible.
To not always know exactly what will happen, to not fear the unknown so profoundly, to not be so set in my ways of how I believe things should go.
And so I thank everyone who has been sending such sweet messages of support, advice and empathy over my triumphs and blunders in exploring my poly side. I am so appreciative to see that you all have my back.
And a special thank you to whyexactly for posting this little nugget and making me blush like crazy.
I also just noticed my queue spat out parts two and three of Easing out the Kinks in reverse. Grrrr.
“Find that earring yet, princess?”
“No, Daddy. I just can’t find it anywhere.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll turn up soon. Maybe just bend a little deeper and get a closer look?”
and what happened when you showed that stranger yourself?
Like a frozen computer, all my buttons are getting pushed right now.
Last night, a friend made some “special” brownies. (Yeah, yeah, I know the woman in the picture is smoking, but I couldn’t find any pictures of a cutie with brownies.) Although I’ve decided to give up smoking pot this year to do my lungs a favor, I’m not opposed to the occasional brownie.
Well.
I totally forgot I had band practice, mostly because I was just not up to going. However, now full of brownie and weed (seriously, two wonderful things), I managed to actually enjoy myself because I just felt awesome and it totally took my mind off some present circumstances that have been bothering me.
And, even better, although I felt like I was being an obvious mess, apparently I held myself together enough that when I told my friend afterwards that I was high as a kite, she was shocked. So, um, here’s to handling myself in public?
And here’s to special brownies: baked therapy.
“O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.”
– Walt Whitman