Some days just feel out of time and out of place but in the most comforting, long-lasting way possible. It rained all day and we worked on our projects, watched a movie, cooked food, exchanged words, touches, and now to switch home bases. I talked to my babcia in the hospital. She sounds good.

Life is really, really lovely today.

( last week, an image or two )

[and he said to me about him ( Read more... )

I am oh so very pampered right now. Breakfast in bed. Figured out how to thread my new sewing machine. Danced my proverbial arse off last night [how I adore my cohorts, comrades, ... ]. Except for the stomach pains, things are looking up.
 

the absolutely horrible, sickening, patronizing, frustrating, self-humbling, self-loathing thing about it is, for us to have good sex, there seems to need to be a prerequisite of a pre-emptive image of a female other than myself ( Read more... )

I think I've grown too sensitive to films. I think I start driving people crazy because I "read into films too much." As a mentor of mine says, it appears to be conjuring, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, but people don't like to realize the rabbit's actually there. And it is ( Read more... )

I wasn't going to write about this - isn't that how all really poor entries start ( Read more... )

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What happens when every dream you can recall is occupied by their skin next to yours, when your desire for your own gender begins to take its toll on your sex life with your current partner, and how the only one you can get close to gives you a delicious webcam show that leaves you feeling toyed-with and betrayed somehow. No, I have no hope of ( Read more... )

His birthday is like an anniversary and every year it passes with odd e.mail exchanges and listening to songs that engrained themselves in an unfinished symphony. No. I don't think it's been dessicated yet, the memory. It leaves me in conflict that's pleasant and irrational and fully based on myth and wishes, something not unlike smooth small rocks ( Read more... )

so... aside from having some seriously sore naughty bits, and being overall cranky because I miss home and am pretty gosh darn tired pretty much 100% of the time... Last night I was blindfolded, half bent over a window sill, and beautifully taken from the back. I imagine it was quite a show for the passerbys. Turning on the light was a nice touch ( Read more... )