waiting at the window

[postethotic]

My new neighbor is a friendly, pretty-boy-abercrombi-and-fitch man. He has confidence and kindness in a way that makes you trust him. He lives with his girlfriend from Peru. Her name is Olga though she looks nothing like an Olga - she looks more like a name that exudes exoticism in an American-appropriated sort of way. She speaks not a word of

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come to my window (I'll be home soon)

[mikikiandguest]

eeeeeesh.
yeah darlin' heebie geebies is right.
I felt weirdly gendered enough buying second-hand old-man's deathbed pajamas today (so cute!)
I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm wishing with all my might that their relationship isn't as sub/Dom as we're now imagining but that he'd write a note relaying that she'd make something to return your neighbourly domesti-goddessly effort, almost seemed i don't know, parental in its patriarchalness.
How's your spanish?
How's his?
I hope that she's so overwhelmingly satisfied with their sex, with his devotion, with the focus her new life affords her that this seems completely different than is actually the dynamic.
or maybe she's a 24-7 sexual-social submissive and really gets off on that in every way. I need to allow more for people to want to do that in a straight context.
miss you honey
xo

[postethotic]

I miss you. I was just talking to my friend about anal ejaculation last night. Did you ever have another one of those after the first?

My spanish is nonexistent. My neighbor's is beyond fluent.

They just moved in so it may literally be her first month in the country. I stay locked up inside when I visit foreign lands sometimes, too. So I have hope for the situation.

Straight contexts are so difficult. Always have to start with a full plate, half of which you don't want to eat, and then cook the rest to try and somehow compliment what's left while some gets cold, or mushy, or hard and dry. It's a juggling act. Sometimes it seems easier to start tabula rasa - but then you notice there's no such thing and you just do the best you can being the sorely damaged individual you are, encountering and loving and fucking other beautifully sorely damaged and wonderful individuals.

(Let me look up a cliche)

[sardonic_artery]

How'd you get out of the kitchen to blog this?

still barefoot amongst pots and pans

[postethotic]

Miracles of wifi and a laptop, my friend.

[captian_whamo]

that stuff makes me feel sad. waiting for someone sucks. you think about them all day then they fail to match your expectations. and then you make them dinner....

[postethotic]

Waiting must be one of the worst things - always renders you powerless. One day I'd like to learn how to wait with strength not submissiveness and yearning.

Sorry about the meds - are you sickly? Need anything?

[captian_whamo]

no. i'm chock full of pro-biotics now! the antibiotics were a bad idea, I knew this, and I took them still...it wont happen again. thanks tho!