"and this is one of the best days of my life"

he said,

and maybe "we gonna make it through"

a different he said,

but it's not because I found you,

it's because I found myself, I found me beautiful, I found me exploding, I found me,

beautiful, exploding, I found me,

I've been much more in touch with the seasons since we started working from home 18 months ago. Our house is so open, with so many -- and large, even trapezoidal -- windows -- it is impossible to sleep much past sunrise, and the afternoon sun is frequently too punishing to withstand. I have to hide in the shade, inside my own house ( Read more... )

I posted something after 11pm so I didn't crash early, but I'm up early,

after waking in the middle of the night with a hot, gnarled hand, must have been sleeping on it wrong,

up way too early at the condo,

I had a date last night, and I have a day to self ahead of me, with toys and porn :o)

that date cheered me up so fucking much

I think what it means to be on the spectrum, is that I'm always meeting all of you where you are.

Nobody is meeting me where I am.

Nobody has ever met me where I am. I'm always crossing the chasm. It's so much work!

I love all of you, but it's so much work.