Catching up
So it's again been way too long since I've posted. I'm going to do my best to catch up.
My last post was about deciding what to do about Zach. I made the conscious decision to welcome him and ensure he feels safe in our home. He has moved out about 4 weeks ago to live with a friend in Milwaukie. During the time he was with us, we still didn't have much contact, but I was friendly toward him. Heather made a big effort to have a big Christmas dinner with all three of us at the table, but that was about the most contact I had with him. He and Heather lived upstairs, and I lived downstairs. I found that it really wasn't that hard - they were incredibly respectful the entire time.
October was also the start of a a big time of change for me. I decided to go the the Portland Erotic Ball, and needed a sexy costume, but I didn't want to be mundane - no cop/fireman, etc for me. I finally found something that resonated: a satyr! I can show off my abs, and my creativity! So I spent every weekend in the month of October researching how to do this and ordering parts. I took a photo of myself with a ruler at my knee, imported it into paint shop, drew in the lines I wanted for the legs, measured them with the digital image of the ruler, cut the foam, put the foam inside some stretchy pants, and took that to a seamstress to design the fur. I picked up horns, faun ears, and hoof tips online, and a big wig to hide the horns headband. I was ready by the weekend before Halloween!
The Portland Erotic Ball was a blast - everyone loved my costume, and I even had a customized pick-up line - "I noticed you shaved your legs, I didn't shave, am I allowed in here? Will you shave me?" I even tried the flogging station. I didn't enjoy my first time being flogged, and still don't really understand what people get out of it. I asked my flogger if that was a typical flogging, and he smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever seen on a guy. He brought me over to his rack of flogs, and said: "this is the one I started you on, this is the one I usually end people on, this one I had custom made (it's huge) and ended you on. You handled it like a trooper." Ok, so I handled it - I didn't really enjoy it. But hey, I know what the experience is like now :) I almost won the costume contest, but lost to a very deserving couple: He was a puppeteer leading her: a puppet, and they stopped, she bent over, and he unveiled Pinocchio under his kilt. It was hilarious!
The after party was held at the Velvet Rope Swingers Bar. I had made a friend at the Ball who showed me around. That night was pretty uneventful except right at the end of the night I saw a girl (Melia) dancing alone, so I danced with her for a while, and we hung around a while after, until she said her friends wanted to leave. I was trying to encourage her to stay, but settled for a great kiss and her phone number.
The following Wednesday was actually Halloween, so I went out dancing to a place that was having a costume party. That contest was more of a popularity contest than a costume contest, but I didn't care, because I left bringing someone with me for the night ;)
2 weekends later Tek gave me tickets to a hockey game, so I texted Melia and we went together. Hockey is MUCH more exciting in person! We had a great time in the Tek suite, with great food. At the end, I gave her the choice of me dropping her off at home, or enjoying my hot tub with me - she chose the hot tub, and we had a very good night.
Melia and I we pretty much together any weekend we could after that, up until March 21. A few weeks before that, Heather noticed that her flat iron was missing. I said I would keep an eye out for it, but didn't see it at her house. Then Melia and I went to Kinkfest March 21, and she brought it out of her bag, telling me a big story about how her stylist gave it to her. I took a photo of it while she was in the bathroom, texted it to Heather to verify it was hers - it was. So I waited till the end of Kinkfest, until I dropped her off, and said "This is going to be a difficult conversation, so I'm going to present it as factually as I can." She had a bit reaction, said it was absolutely nothing but a coincidence. It's a rare flat iron though. So, I asked to see it more closely to see if there was any identifying marks that Heather wouldn't recognize, but nothing came of that. I asked her to call her stylist, but he didn't answer. A couple days went by, and she texted me saying she didn't like the way she was being treated like a criminal. I said I was trying to prove her innocence, and also texted that from our conversations at Kinkfest, it seemed like she was starting to want more from our relationship than casual. She said she did, so I thanked her for sharing her life with me up until that point, and we haven't been in contact since. I bought a new flat iron for Heather.
My last post was about deciding what to do about Zach. I made the conscious decision to welcome him and ensure he feels safe in our home. He has moved out about 4 weeks ago to live with a friend in Milwaukie. During the time he was with us, we still didn't have much contact, but I was friendly toward him. Heather made a big effort to have a big Christmas dinner with all three of us at the table, but that was about the most contact I had with him. He and Heather lived upstairs, and I lived downstairs. I found that it really wasn't that hard - they were incredibly respectful the entire time.
October was also the start of a a big time of change for me. I decided to go the the Portland Erotic Ball, and needed a sexy costume, but I didn't want to be mundane - no cop/fireman, etc for me. I finally found something that resonated: a satyr! I can show off my abs, and my creativity! So I spent every weekend in the month of October researching how to do this and ordering parts. I took a photo of myself with a ruler at my knee, imported it into paint shop, drew in the lines I wanted for the legs, measured them with the digital image of the ruler, cut the foam, put the foam inside some stretchy pants, and took that to a seamstress to design the fur. I picked up horns, faun ears, and hoof tips online, and a big wig to hide the horns headband. I was ready by the weekend before Halloween!
The Portland Erotic Ball was a blast - everyone loved my costume, and I even had a customized pick-up line - "I noticed you shaved your legs, I didn't shave, am I allowed in here? Will you shave me?" I even tried the flogging station. I didn't enjoy my first time being flogged, and still don't really understand what people get out of it. I asked my flogger if that was a typical flogging, and he smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever seen on a guy. He brought me over to his rack of flogs, and said: "this is the one I started you on, this is the one I usually end people on, this one I had custom made (it's huge) and ended you on. You handled it like a trooper." Ok, so I handled it - I didn't really enjoy it. But hey, I know what the experience is like now :) I almost won the costume contest, but lost to a very deserving couple: He was a puppeteer leading her: a puppet, and they stopped, she bent over, and he unveiled Pinocchio under his kilt. It was hilarious!
The after party was held at the Velvet Rope Swingers Bar. I had made a friend at the Ball who showed me around. That night was pretty uneventful except right at the end of the night I saw a girl (Melia) dancing alone, so I danced with her for a while, and we hung around a while after, until she said her friends wanted to leave. I was trying to encourage her to stay, but settled for a great kiss and her phone number.
The following Wednesday was actually Halloween, so I went out dancing to a place that was having a costume party. That contest was more of a popularity contest than a costume contest, but I didn't care, because I left bringing someone with me for the night ;)
2 weekends later Tek gave me tickets to a hockey game, so I texted Melia and we went together. Hockey is MUCH more exciting in person! We had a great time in the Tek suite, with great food. At the end, I gave her the choice of me dropping her off at home, or enjoying my hot tub with me - she chose the hot tub, and we had a very good night.
Melia and I we pretty much together any weekend we could after that, up until March 21. A few weeks before that, Heather noticed that her flat iron was missing. I said I would keep an eye out for it, but didn't see it at her house. Then Melia and I went to Kinkfest March 21, and she brought it out of her bag, telling me a big story about how her stylist gave it to her. I took a photo of it while she was in the bathroom, texted it to Heather to verify it was hers - it was. So I waited till the end of Kinkfest, until I dropped her off, and said "This is going to be a difficult conversation, so I'm going to present it as factually as I can." She had a bit reaction, said it was absolutely nothing but a coincidence. It's a rare flat iron though. So, I asked to see it more closely to see if there was any identifying marks that Heather wouldn't recognize, but nothing came of that. I asked her to call her stylist, but he didn't answer. A couple days went by, and she texted me saying she didn't like the way she was being treated like a criminal. I said I was trying to prove her innocence, and also texted that from our conversations at Kinkfest, it seemed like she was starting to want more from our relationship than casual. She said she did, so I thanked her for sharing her life with me up until that point, and we haven't been in contact since. I bought a new flat iron for Heather.