Basically, yeah. Today knocked the wind out of me.
Photo by Mastertouch
black and white
All of this.
“I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends.”
―Albert Camus
I was supposed to have a sexy night with her tonight.
But, some stresses in her other relationship, the one with her boyfriend, kept her feeling less than sexy. I realized that there were really two choices that I had about the evening. I could just go do my own thing or I could go over there and see if I could help. I was aware that, basically, the difference in these choices was that one indicated that we were on purely sexual level at this point or if there was something deeper.
At the very least, she’s one of my very close friends. A bit deeper, I don’t know, I think there’s something.
I went over to her room. I held her in bed, played with her hair, let her talk it out. I listened. We ate cookies. It felt nice to care for her and take on that sort of role. It was something people on a purely sexual level don’t do, I’m fairly sure. She called me sweetie.
Sweetie.
I am finally testing the waters of polyamory this year after a long time of really wanting to scratch the surface but being afraid and just not knowing what I wanted. And I’m really starting to get what it means now, what it implies.
“Things don’t look much different now from where I stand
Looking for you, camera in hand
Someone’s gone away
And someone’s gotten taller
But the world stopped turning and the universe is much smaller
Since you showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form.”
I know, I know, I know, tumblr. I leave the teaser for a crazysexy evening and then I just sort of dipped out on you.
This week has been a little hectic. But, I promise that I will be posting it up soon, even if that requires some dom in a suit bending me over the desk, pushing my laptop in front of me, and not letting me leave until I’ve written it up.
Yes, okay, it’s a stretch. But, I have to tie this picture in somehow, don’t I?
She’s smiling because she’s gotten exactly what she wants.
So, I met a freshman in the pack I ran with last night. She reminded me a ton of my Dacry. And, when a few of us were naming our celebrity crushes, she came right out and said, “Jiz Lee."
Sounds like my kind of girl.
For friendship, that is. We wound up talking for hours. She reminded me a lot of myself and we, in some sort of silly way, agreed for some sort of mentorship arrangement. Like big brother/big sister but with a bad influence.
Let’s call her Fresh from now on.
And templeofbablon strikes again.
On my cunt.
Like a gosh darn electric storm.
So you want a fight? That’s fine – just remember this: I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you, I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and I’m definitely more vicious than you. I don’t play fair, I know exactly what you’re scared of, and I certainly don’t think it’s wrong to punch girls.
Shall we begin, little girl? I think it’s time to begin.
So, a bunch of people I follow have recently decided to go completely off the radar and close up shop. While I understand and respect their reasons for leaving tumblr, whatever they may be, I will still miss a lot of the stuff that they were filling my dash with and I will miss, in a few of the cases, their positivity.
Why the picture? Well, it’s kind of like being put right into position and then having the person go away. Or, okay, maybe she’s just waiting. Let’s just say she’s waiting and you all will be back.
I’m terrible with goodbyes, but have a wonderful fall. And thank you for sharing what you did.
by Matt Sharkey
“When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,
We cannot choose what we are free to love?”
– W. H. Auden, Canzone.