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greenstormSlightly unburnt-out. Spent some time with Piotr last night, went to KMM tonight, in between there was frantic housecleaning and masquerade primping with Angus. Masquerade shopping tomorrow.
It is so good to be in a roomful of friends. Before last night I'd more or less gone into social exile because I was so busy. I need to make time to hang out with people, though. It's so important. Between the chocolate paint and the massages and just plain lots of hugs and catching up I feel human again.
I'm really looking forward to dressing up tomorrow (well tonight). I do love dressing up. I love having someone to do it with, too, and Angus is getting into this-- it's like getting ready for Sin City, the fetish nightclub. with Eva, but different given the different personalities of course. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a dyed-in-the-wool roleplayer and costuming is part of feeling out a role, or if it's because I just like pretty things and wearing pretty things is fun. Maybe some of each?
Also looking forward to having lots of people crash here tomorrow night. I'm trying to remember to tell people to bring breakfastables, because there'll be a ton of people and I have no budget to feed everyone and I want the morning to be a nice relaxed one with nobody dying of hunger. Then there's the baby viewing Sunday, landlord inspection Monday, prospective roommates mostly seeing the place Tuesday, and we'll take it from there.
Not to belabour the point, but I am still and always grateful for my friends. I've only hung out with Piotr three times, really, but two of those times involved at least five people in a shower (not that he swings my way, would you believe five or six people in a shower covered with chocolate or olive oil wouldn't end up being particularly intensely sexual?) and we're definitely kindred on a pretty deep level-- he's one of the first people I've shared the ability to talk about spiritual stuff with. Anthony and harem are just awesome to be around, a refreshing combination of level-headed and practical about their well-executed revelry. Rowan and I understand each other. Nick makes me feel very cared-for, and he's constantly upbeat-- I mean, who doesn't feel cared-for with a two-hour back massage? Bob has magically become an old and valued friend, and he makes me happy-- we've spent a lot of time together and I love that familiarity between us. We can communicate a lot without saying it or even thinking about it, and the message conveyed is caring and reassuring.
And Angus and I, when we're hanging out and he's helping me clean my house and I'm helping him primp for the masquerade and he's doing likewise for me and I'm burnt out and he's wrries and self-destructive-- Angus and I are a good team. We're not good for each other in the sense of encouraging each other to eat the right things all the time, or to be totally responsible, but we stick together when it counts and we even stick together when it doesn't, just for the hell of it. He's 100% there for me, and that remains a novel feeling for me. I mean, fuck it, who else is gonna give up most of their sleep and half their masquerade prep time to help me clean my house? And who else is going to put up with my constant chaos-generated insecurity? And who else is gonna eat what I make for them all the time, and deal with my erratic but strong need to mother-hen, and return it just when I need it?
But enough about that.
Now I have time to do the roommate hunt properly. But first, I sleep. Tomorrow, the salon.
It is so good to be in a roomful of friends. Before last night I'd more or less gone into social exile because I was so busy. I need to make time to hang out with people, though. It's so important. Between the chocolate paint and the massages and just plain lots of hugs and catching up I feel human again.
I'm really looking forward to dressing up tomorrow (well tonight). I do love dressing up. I love having someone to do it with, too, and Angus is getting into this-- it's like getting ready for Sin City, the fetish nightclub. with Eva, but different given the different personalities of course. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a dyed-in-the-wool roleplayer and costuming is part of feeling out a role, or if it's because I just like pretty things and wearing pretty things is fun. Maybe some of each?
Also looking forward to having lots of people crash here tomorrow night. I'm trying to remember to tell people to bring breakfastables, because there'll be a ton of people and I have no budget to feed everyone and I want the morning to be a nice relaxed one with nobody dying of hunger. Then there's the baby viewing Sunday, landlord inspection Monday, prospective roommates mostly seeing the place Tuesday, and we'll take it from there.
Not to belabour the point, but I am still and always grateful for my friends. I've only hung out with Piotr three times, really, but two of those times involved at least five people in a shower (not that he swings my way, would you believe five or six people in a shower covered with chocolate or olive oil wouldn't end up being particularly intensely sexual?) and we're definitely kindred on a pretty deep level-- he's one of the first people I've shared the ability to talk about spiritual stuff with. Anthony and harem are just awesome to be around, a refreshing combination of level-headed and practical about their well-executed revelry. Rowan and I understand each other. Nick makes me feel very cared-for, and he's constantly upbeat-- I mean, who doesn't feel cared-for with a two-hour back massage? Bob has magically become an old and valued friend, and he makes me happy-- we've spent a lot of time together and I love that familiarity between us. We can communicate a lot without saying it or even thinking about it, and the message conveyed is caring and reassuring.
And Angus and I, when we're hanging out and he's helping me clean my house and I'm helping him primp for the masquerade and he's doing likewise for me and I'm burnt out and he's wrries and self-destructive-- Angus and I are a good team. We're not good for each other in the sense of encouraging each other to eat the right things all the time, or to be totally responsible, but we stick together when it counts and we even stick together when it doesn't, just for the hell of it. He's 100% there for me, and that remains a novel feeling for me. I mean, fuck it, who else is gonna give up most of their sleep and half their masquerade prep time to help me clean my house? And who else is going to put up with my constant chaos-generated insecurity? And who else is gonna eat what I make for them all the time, and deal with my erratic but strong need to mother-hen, and return it just when I need it?
But enough about that.
Now I have time to do the roommate hunt properly. But first, I sleep. Tomorrow, the salon.
