Comments | jagged_xtc: fuck...or more precisely a lack thereof

jagged_xtc

fuck...or more precisely a lack thereof

Oct 14, 2005 08:33

I tried to have a night out with crimson_storm, and I suppose we did, but our time together was most distracted by the nice guy and his SWFF. And, predictably, once we finally made it home around who knows when, and got into bed, we bickered a good hour before finally curling up, side by side at 3:30 am, not touching at all ( Read more... )

tina, sex, j

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secretsquirrel7 October 14 2005, 20:14:20 UTC

Now how could little old us possibly distract you two from important together time?

jagged_xtc October 14 2005, 20:19:19 UTC

Now why would you be in the business of assissinating the dishwashers of people who garden? It seems so, so, so utterly hopeless in light of how many there are. Your task is unwinnable.

secretsquirrel7 October 14 2005, 21:26:28 UTC

I know, but such is my miserable lot in life. I do have a life-long habit of charging into the hopeless situations in a noble attempt to make everyone (including myself, of course) happy and do what burns in my heart. Unfortunately, as someone who is inexorably stubborn once he gets his sights set on something, and has often himself washed the dishes of a gardener, it usually amounts to being consumed in a bright blaze of glory. On rare occasion (only a few times in my life) do my battles go as I hope, but when they do, they are the best things in life.

Perhaps such behaviors stem from never being close to more than one or two people at any given time in my life. I have no children, I'm an only child, only grandchild until age 12, daycare since age 3, parental divorce at age 11, being divorced by my ex (she wanted it - I really didn't), and plenty of time living on my own (or with a detatched roomie or two). It's not that there isn't a ton of room in my heart, it's just how things always seem to work out.

jagged_xtc October 14 2005, 22:07:19 UTC

Not me. I was an only child of professionals who insulated me from thier abusive relatives, so I only had to meet my mothers parents three times and my fathers parents about a dozen times. I don't know any of my other relatives, as I've never had to endure family renunions or holidays with the relatives. As you might imagine, I was quite popular in my youth, growing up in a rural bible belt town with long hair and a activist feminist single mother and an enviable propensity to cry at school. Things remained mostly upbeat after I learned to fuck and was able to freely move from one long term self defeating relationship to another ( ... )

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