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greenstormI'm getting back to about the right amount of busy-ness finally.
Still with the no internet at home. It's the only way.
Little lonely sometimes, but more often feeling crowded in the sex department-- too many people are making me feel like that's the only value I have, or that's the only thing they think about around me, or that's the goal of all their interactions with me. This doesn't go for everyone by any means, but it's certainly a number of people who've sought my time lately. As a result I find my preferences turning towards the people who, whether or not they might like to have sex with me, don't let that define or overly shape their interactions with me.
I guess that's part of the loneliness. It's like, 'yo, there's a person inside this blow-up doll! Yo!'
I didn't used to feel this way so much, and often welcomed this kind of attention, but I also have never in my life had this much of this kind. I very much appreciate people who can accept a 'no, not right now' through body language at the beginning of any visit, and just go with that. Especially if they can distinguish between no-sex and no-snuggling.
Some people in my life are like jewels, or clear springs, or something refreshing and renewing and beautiful-- and it remains the same people: Ellen, Trevor, Angus, Bob, Piotr. Thinking of them makes me feel better.
I'm gentling down now that I'm spending some time in the solitude of my own place. I want to paint it before the roommate moves in. I might like to keep it to myself at some point.
My baby rats won best-in-show and reserve-in-show solid kitten. Given that I only entered the kitten classes, that's pretty good.
Tomatoes are ripening. Roses are re-blooming.
I have been hanging my laundry on my porch to dry, rather than drying-machining it. This makes me feel good.
I need to replace the inner tubes in my bikes. Anyone know how? Anyone wanna teach me? I will cook for you, or give you a massage, or share wine on my porch with you, or go for a beach walk with you, in exchange.
<3 or something.
Blood.
Still with the no internet at home. It's the only way.
Little lonely sometimes, but more often feeling crowded in the sex department-- too many people are making me feel like that's the only value I have, or that's the only thing they think about around me, or that's the goal of all their interactions with me. This doesn't go for everyone by any means, but it's certainly a number of people who've sought my time lately. As a result I find my preferences turning towards the people who, whether or not they might like to have sex with me, don't let that define or overly shape their interactions with me.
I guess that's part of the loneliness. It's like, 'yo, there's a person inside this blow-up doll! Yo!'
I didn't used to feel this way so much, and often welcomed this kind of attention, but I also have never in my life had this much of this kind. I very much appreciate people who can accept a 'no, not right now' through body language at the beginning of any visit, and just go with that. Especially if they can distinguish between no-sex and no-snuggling.
Some people in my life are like jewels, or clear springs, or something refreshing and renewing and beautiful-- and it remains the same people: Ellen, Trevor, Angus, Bob, Piotr. Thinking of them makes me feel better.
I'm gentling down now that I'm spending some time in the solitude of my own place. I want to paint it before the roommate moves in. I might like to keep it to myself at some point.
My baby rats won best-in-show and reserve-in-show solid kitten. Given that I only entered the kitten classes, that's pretty good.
Tomatoes are ripening. Roses are re-blooming.
I have been hanging my laundry on my porch to dry, rather than drying-machining it. This makes me feel good.
I need to replace the inner tubes in my bikes. Anyone know how? Anyone wanna teach me? I will cook for you, or give you a massage, or share wine on my porch with you, or go for a beach walk with you, in exchange.
<3 or something.
Blood.
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Date: 2008-08-17 08:04 pm (UTC)I'm also sorry I don't know how to replace inner tubes, 'cause a guaranteed for a glass of wine or a walk would be gold.
(Provided, additionally, that it could be scheduled in advance, I guess. But I don't know the tube thing, so…)