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"We will get togather, I'm not sure if it will be in tune with my Bday.
I have a lot of floating commitments through July/Aug. Maybe one of
these weekends when I'm free I can steal Nez and come hang out with
you and Ferret and watch movies or whatever.
The reason I haven't brought up my birthday dinner is because it's
shaping up to be a muggle affair and I just don't know how to explain
how I know you without getting into the whole kinky thing. We're
eating Mexican food, it's nothing you haven't done before."
What a bunch of fucking bullshit.
Can't one just have friends? Can't we have met at a party or something?
But having me [or Ferret, or Nez] as a friend is suspicious? Why? Kind of odd.
You say I mean a great deal to you, and you make good noises as far as friendship goes, but the actions don't match the noises. Actually, more often than not I've experienced feelings of sadness, anger, and frustration than happiness while trying to be your friend.
The reality of it is that, yes I am kinky, poly, and bi, but if that's all that's seen about me... well - it's a very limited view. I have the discretion to fit in any situation; social or otherwise. I'm a classy, sophisticated person as well as a naughty, brilliant slut. And I know how to discern the appropriate time to be any and all of those.
You hide me way back in your life, and access me only when it's convenient and easy, or when I've initiated contact with you to get together. But yet when I need support well - that's not how our friendship works is it? Our interaction seems to be a convenience for you and is workable as long as I stay in the box you've designated for me, don't ask for anything, and don't upset the status quo. The only emotional investment you want is the fun. Anything else, and you're out.
Go make your fake friendship noises someplace else.
"We will get togather, I'm not sure if it will be in tune with my Bday.
I have a lot of floating commitments through July/Aug. Maybe one of
these weekends when I'm free I can steal Nez and come hang out with
you and Ferret and watch movies or whatever.
The reason I haven't brought up my birthday dinner is because it's
shaping up to be a muggle affair and I just don't know how to explain
how I know you without getting into the whole kinky thing. We're
eating Mexican food, it's nothing you haven't done before."
What a bunch of fucking bullshit.
Can't one just have friends? Can't we have met at a party or something?
But having me [or Ferret, or Nez] as a friend is suspicious? Why? Kind of odd.
You say I mean a great deal to you, and you make good noises as far as friendship goes, but the actions don't match the noises. Actually, more often than not I've experienced feelings of sadness, anger, and frustration than happiness while trying to be your friend.
The reality of it is that, yes I am kinky, poly, and bi, but if that's all that's seen about me... well - it's a very limited view. I have the discretion to fit in any situation; social or otherwise. I'm a classy, sophisticated person as well as a naughty, brilliant slut. And I know how to discern the appropriate time to be any and all of those.
You hide me way back in your life, and access me only when it's convenient and easy, or when I've initiated contact with you to get together. But yet when I need support well - that's not how our friendship works is it? Our interaction seems to be a convenience for you and is workable as long as I stay in the box you've designated for me, don't ask for anything, and don't upset the status quo. The only emotional investment you want is the fun. Anything else, and you're out.
Go make your fake friendship noises someplace else.