Just because ...
Well, it seems it's been a long while since I've taken the time to write it down. Not knowing exactly what 'it' is, but knowing my typing is well out of practice ... I've been on holidays, so my typing ain't what it was, just a little while ago.
Cool.
It's been so long I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
I woke up early ... 'bout 6 am, but decided that I was on holidays so I should definitely stay in bed. Went back to sleep until my sweet man's alarm went off, again, again, again .. somewhere about 8:15 am he said 'goodbye' and I rolled over for another lie in. Got up at about 9:15 am ... nice for those of us who usually start work at 8 am, so need to be up and outta the house come 7:30 am.
The 'again, again, again' ... are any of you slave to the snooze button? I have asked this of the people I spend time with and the answers are generally in the: male - snooze; female - no snooze... please add to my data!! My boy will set his alarm at least half an hour before he has to get up so he has the joy of snoozing. Me? I set it at the latest possible time because when it goes off, I'm awake and I get the fuck up. Who is right I ask you?!
He is looking at me, right now, from the doorway. Extolling his love ... Regardless of the difficulties we have, I love him more than anything. ANYTHING. He is my world and the reason I follow the life I live. I think I would be a lonely traveller otherwise. Sounds romantic, but I know better. I have 'better'. I am happy. Finally. Foreign places and new faces is fine for a while but we all want the knowledge that someone out there loves us for who we are. It's in our blood. Well at least it's in mine. I have it. A man who is true in telling me that he loves me, that has been given opportunity to run (and didn't) and who I truly believe is my soul mate. If that changes, so be it. I won't have lost. I have had my time and I won't take a second back.
Enough lovin' ... sorry folks.
Today. Well, after breakfasting for a while (such is the life of a woman of leisure) I showered and got ready for a day at the beach. I was catching up with a very old friend who has come in and out of my life over the last 12 years. Each time I ran into her I thought we were meant to know each other. Sounds like hippy crystal lovin' and maybe it is, but she's a sweetheart and I'm glad I went with the tree-hugger approach ... finally made a point of keeping her number and catching up every now and then.
Anyway, she said, "Are you able to go to the beach?" A weird question, but she extrapolated with her knowledge of other people out there as 'fair' (fucking blindingly white in the sun) as me who choose not to go to the beach ... I said "Of course!". I went along (long shorts, layers of 30+ sunscreen, umbrella)in the spirit of summer ... not sure which beach she meant.
'Lady Jane Beach' ... interesting. It's a gay nudist beach near Watson's Bay. I was met by a small group of Japanese girls who, finding the other beach crowded (there was not a sceric of sand left for anyone at 'Camp Cove') had obviously followed the nice looking boys in front to the next beach. They stood on the stairwell, hands across mouths, gasping, giggling, gaping at the plethora of (generally old and saggy) naked men swaggering across the sand below. Rachel and I bowled past them ... "Come on, they're harmless, really!" to plonk ourselves in the midst of this male kingdom.
Being as white as I am ... there are few that could hope to match my reflective capabilities ... I felt stupidly self conscious amongst so many people with bronzed appendages. Not only do I not have 'outdoor plumbing' as my boy puts it, but I don't have any bits as 'sunkissed' as the appendages that were before me. My god. What a smorgasbord!! Not a one was attractive ... well, not in comparison to what I get to come home to ... but jesus they thought they were. Everywhere I looked, a naked man standing in 'best' light talking to a prostrate naked man hiding his eyes from the sun. A few naked women ... none to really rate a mention ... Rachel took off her top to bare lovely, lovely breasts, but that aside ... eeesh. If I was religious I'd pray never to have to stoop to the level of 'trade' on a fucking beach in the nuddy. Laugh if you will, but JAYSUS, not pretty.
Anyway, we swam, she sunbathed, I hid under my umbrella, for a few hours. Ran into 'Pagaan', whose real name is 'Leanne', who was recovering from NYE with her boyfiend, oops, boyfriend, naked on a beach (as you do) ... nice for some. She's an interesting chick. Dominatrix for Salon Kitty's ... good Lebanese girl with huge breasts and a lust for heroin ... Still, she seemed straight enough and genuinely happy for a change. Nice to see her smile.
Cool.
It's been so long I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
I woke up early ... 'bout 6 am, but decided that I was on holidays so I should definitely stay in bed. Went back to sleep until my sweet man's alarm went off, again, again, again .. somewhere about 8:15 am he said 'goodbye' and I rolled over for another lie in. Got up at about 9:15 am ... nice for those of us who usually start work at 8 am, so need to be up and outta the house come 7:30 am.
The 'again, again, again' ... are any of you slave to the snooze button? I have asked this of the people I spend time with and the answers are generally in the: male - snooze; female - no snooze... please add to my data!! My boy will set his alarm at least half an hour before he has to get up so he has the joy of snoozing. Me? I set it at the latest possible time because when it goes off, I'm awake and I get the fuck up. Who is right I ask you?!
He is looking at me, right now, from the doorway. Extolling his love ... Regardless of the difficulties we have, I love him more than anything. ANYTHING. He is my world and the reason I follow the life I live. I think I would be a lonely traveller otherwise. Sounds romantic, but I know better. I have 'better'. I am happy. Finally. Foreign places and new faces is fine for a while but we all want the knowledge that someone out there loves us for who we are. It's in our blood. Well at least it's in mine. I have it. A man who is true in telling me that he loves me, that has been given opportunity to run (and didn't) and who I truly believe is my soul mate. If that changes, so be it. I won't have lost. I have had my time and I won't take a second back.
Enough lovin' ... sorry folks.
Today. Well, after breakfasting for a while (such is the life of a woman of leisure) I showered and got ready for a day at the beach. I was catching up with a very old friend who has come in and out of my life over the last 12 years. Each time I ran into her I thought we were meant to know each other. Sounds like hippy crystal lovin' and maybe it is, but she's a sweetheart and I'm glad I went with the tree-hugger approach ... finally made a point of keeping her number and catching up every now and then.
Anyway, she said, "Are you able to go to the beach?" A weird question, but she extrapolated with her knowledge of other people out there as 'fair' (fucking blindingly white in the sun) as me who choose not to go to the beach ... I said "Of course!". I went along (long shorts, layers of 30+ sunscreen, umbrella)in the spirit of summer ... not sure which beach she meant.
'Lady Jane Beach' ... interesting. It's a gay nudist beach near Watson's Bay. I was met by a small group of Japanese girls who, finding the other beach crowded (there was not a sceric of sand left for anyone at 'Camp Cove') had obviously followed the nice looking boys in front to the next beach. They stood on the stairwell, hands across mouths, gasping, giggling, gaping at the plethora of (generally old and saggy) naked men swaggering across the sand below. Rachel and I bowled past them ... "Come on, they're harmless, really!" to plonk ourselves in the midst of this male kingdom.
Being as white as I am ... there are few that could hope to match my reflective capabilities ... I felt stupidly self conscious amongst so many people with bronzed appendages. Not only do I not have 'outdoor plumbing' as my boy puts it, but I don't have any bits as 'sunkissed' as the appendages that were before me. My god. What a smorgasbord!! Not a one was attractive ... well, not in comparison to what I get to come home to ... but jesus they thought they were. Everywhere I looked, a naked man standing in 'best' light talking to a prostrate naked man hiding his eyes from the sun. A few naked women ... none to really rate a mention ... Rachel took off her top to bare lovely, lovely breasts, but that aside ... eeesh. If I was religious I'd pray never to have to stoop to the level of 'trade' on a fucking beach in the nuddy. Laugh if you will, but JAYSUS, not pretty.
Anyway, we swam, she sunbathed, I hid under my umbrella, for a few hours. Ran into 'Pagaan', whose real name is 'Leanne', who was recovering from NYE with her boyfiend, oops, boyfriend, naked on a beach (as you do) ... nice for some. She's an interesting chick. Dominatrix for Salon Kitty's ... good Lebanese girl with huge breasts and a lust for heroin ... Still, she seemed straight enough and genuinely happy for a change. Nice to see her smile.