Pittsburgh and Jim again
I wish I remembered more about what Jim and I did. I remember raping him one night with the vibrating cock ring I’d bought. I remember him making spaghetti, his study groups, his love of rockband and his vocal exercises to warm up for Rock Band.
With Jim time slips by, but, if I don’t remember later in life, it’s texturous and full of goodness. It is as dense as the rest, especially when the little things like walking from the bathroom to the kitchen nekid get a rarr! I loves Jim. We’ve been apart now for 3 weeks and sometimes I forget he is more than a friend. When I see him again I’ll remember I’m in love. That’s the way it always is.
One night he had a debate drinking party with his buddies, that is, a party where you watch the vice presidential debate and drink. I hung out by my computer, doing my art, doing my thing.
One day I got melancholy. I leached onto his hugs. I sat in his lap hugging him while he worked. He let me. He is very good about that. It doesn’t seem that I smother him in those times, he just hugs and loves and waits for me to change again.
He wants me to drink. Man, he pressures me to drink. He says I am cute and sexy when I drink; but I am cute and sexy anyways. I think we had a couple drinks every night, but still he wanted to get drunk together. What is he looking for? I’ve asked, but it comes down to he likes me giggly and silly that way.
I do something just about every day or every couple days to surprise Jim. To spice up his life. I don’t even remember all the things I do. I left him a dirty comic the morning after raping him. Yesterday I sent him a dirty zip file of pictures from the hostel. Sometimes it’s just a cute text message. Last week he sent me an artsy movie that reminded him of us to brighten my day. He tells me “Darling, you make my day every day!”
I love that he jacks off to thoughts of me or pictures of me. This last week he told me had and so I sent him the zip file. Bad boy… meow! (No good boy!)
The neatly chronological arrangement of this entry has gone to hell. Let’s go back.
One day I went to the Carnegie art and science museum - it’s all one building. The exhibit I remember most was one with drilled holes in the wall near the entrance and a ribbon with someone’s wish on each one. You can take a ribbon, tie it on your wrist, and when it wears through and falls off, the wish comes true. I chose “I WISH I COULD FLY” which is holding on tight.
I got it in my head to make balloon animals. Which I think started with the idea to make giant flowers out of balloons and panty-hosed wires for corporate parties. Jim and Jonathan sat around with me making balloon animals. Then, thanks to a guy on thar intarwebs, I made a cartoon duck balloon animal of which I am very proud. There are pictures.
I participated in Habitat for Humanity’s annual United Nations something-or-other day. I was in charge of putting a piece of foam and wrapping on the piece of framed wall before it was attached to the building. It was loads of fun. I want to do more with HfH.
With Jim time slips by, but, if I don’t remember later in life, it’s texturous and full of goodness. It is as dense as the rest, especially when the little things like walking from the bathroom to the kitchen nekid get a rarr! I loves Jim. We’ve been apart now for 3 weeks and sometimes I forget he is more than a friend. When I see him again I’ll remember I’m in love. That’s the way it always is.
One night he had a debate drinking party with his buddies, that is, a party where you watch the vice presidential debate and drink. I hung out by my computer, doing my art, doing my thing.
One day I got melancholy. I leached onto his hugs. I sat in his lap hugging him while he worked. He let me. He is very good about that. It doesn’t seem that I smother him in those times, he just hugs and loves and waits for me to change again.
He wants me to drink. Man, he pressures me to drink. He says I am cute and sexy when I drink; but I am cute and sexy anyways. I think we had a couple drinks every night, but still he wanted to get drunk together. What is he looking for? I’ve asked, but it comes down to he likes me giggly and silly that way.
I do something just about every day or every couple days to surprise Jim. To spice up his life. I don’t even remember all the things I do. I left him a dirty comic the morning after raping him. Yesterday I sent him a dirty zip file of pictures from the hostel. Sometimes it’s just a cute text message. Last week he sent me an artsy movie that reminded him of us to brighten my day. He tells me “Darling, you make my day every day!”
I love that he jacks off to thoughts of me or pictures of me. This last week he told me had and so I sent him the zip file. Bad boy… meow! (No good boy!)
The neatly chronological arrangement of this entry has gone to hell. Let’s go back.
One day I went to the Carnegie art and science museum - it’s all one building. The exhibit I remember most was one with drilled holes in the wall near the entrance and a ribbon with someone’s wish on each one. You can take a ribbon, tie it on your wrist, and when it wears through and falls off, the wish comes true. I chose “I WISH I COULD FLY” which is holding on tight.
I got it in my head to make balloon animals. Which I think started with the idea to make giant flowers out of balloons and panty-hosed wires for corporate parties. Jim and Jonathan sat around with me making balloon animals. Then, thanks to a guy on thar intarwebs, I made a cartoon duck balloon animal of which I am very proud. There are pictures.
I participated in Habitat for Humanity’s annual United Nations something-or-other day. I was in charge of putting a piece of foam and wrapping on the piece of framed wall before it was attached to the building. It was loads of fun. I want to do more with HfH.