Once upon a time I was a better rested dude. S and I made supper sandwiches Thursday. Not just any sandwiches, mind you. We made sandwiches of barbecued chicken, lettuce, tomato, butter, mayo, lime pickle and ripe avocado on fresh, chewy round buns. I may just have to write "fresh, chewy round buns" again. There.
So... sandwiches of unbelievable excellence. And much laughter. And a whole lotta kissing and boinking and such. Woke up Friday morning from a weird dream in which I had pet orchids. Mammalian orchids, that were nursing from a large mother orchid with inch-long green nipples. We were up early enough to boink vigorously for another hour before we raced off to work. Days later, muscles in my gut STILL have that post-workout kinda good ache.
S gave me a textured, heart-shaped box of chocolates, presented on her naked crotch. I was so busy appreciating her nakedness that it took me a while to notice the chocolates...
Had an odd day Friday- hard to concentrate, but still managed to run many errands and give (I think) the impression of functionality. Lower back really sore. Left work at a reasonable hour, but the gorgeous professor who sometimes gives me a lift home forgot (again) where I was going; left me miles from L's place. L was less cranky 'bout me being late and exhausted than she usually is. We watched bad porn, (I don't recommend 'Slide Bi Me" OR "White Trash Whore 20") had great sex, fell asleep.
I dreamed that I'd taken a group of students from work to see a film studio; wound up smoking AND making out with one of my employees in the middle of the studio. It was pretty intense. I woke up still able to taste her kiss, still craving a cigarette, still apologizing. Yikes.
We woke and argued about scheduling a camping holiday together. I still don't know when I can take holidays, still haven't heard from my multitudinous bosses how much of my overtime they'll allow me to take as time off. Spots in the northern Ontario campground she prefers are already booked through July, and L has plans to visit family in August. I suggested we consider camping somewhere else, though I'm still not sure when it's gonna be possible. Full time work sucks so hard in so many ways.
We agreed to research other possibilities, got up and had a great, greasy diner breakfast, installed some software on her G5 (I'm still giggling that my writer/social worker girlfriend has a billion times more computer than me) and moved some furniture around her place, which is looking a whole lot better. I came home 'round 3 yesterday afternoon.
N is back! She got in late Friday night from Miami- she wasn't at the conference I thought she was at, but teaching a course near to there. The conference is still coming up, and I'll still probably have to miss it. More reasons to become independently wealthy. We're still talking about having a kid. We may be talking about it 'til we're 50.
Talked also bout some troll guy here who wasn't understanding the difference between bi and gay. N says she'd be really upset if anyone was misunderstanding/misrepresenting her that stubbornly, but she pointed out that it might be a generational misunderstanding. Way to make me feel like a senior citizen again.
N and I are gonna try to collaborate on a story again. Again, there's a ridiculously tight deadline (or is it my procrastination that makes it tight?) Most of our efforts in this direction have foundered on difficult schedules and different colaborative styles. This time she's proposed the way of working, I'm gonna try to make it happen. Today. Sometimes it occurs to me how lucky I am that I like the work my lovers do- it'd be icky if they wrote stuff I didn't wanna read.
N and I are also having some summer scheduling woes. We're committed so far to teach 5-week workshops in July. In Barbados. For something like athousand bucks US. Yeah, I know, life's rough. Thing is, there's no way I can get that much time off work in one block. Especially if I'm also going to try to free up holiday time to be with S, and with L, and maybe even a day or two to myself... never mind the time off I may need to finish the video. Feels like we're balancing mortage $ against the rest of our lives...
Woke up this morning from a scary dream about being an air-traffic controller trying to talk down a small plane with 18 kids standing on the wing. Realized after waking that it had two wings: a biplane. Wonder if that's my sleeping brain doing bad puns in wrestling with biphobic stuff.
Off to do some writing, I hope. Later!
So... sandwiches of unbelievable excellence. And much laughter. And a whole lotta kissing and boinking and such. Woke up Friday morning from a weird dream in which I had pet orchids. Mammalian orchids, that were nursing from a large mother orchid with inch-long green nipples. We were up early enough to boink vigorously for another hour before we raced off to work. Days later, muscles in my gut STILL have that post-workout kinda good ache.
S gave me a textured, heart-shaped box of chocolates, presented on her naked crotch. I was so busy appreciating her nakedness that it took me a while to notice the chocolates...
Had an odd day Friday- hard to concentrate, but still managed to run many errands and give (I think) the impression of functionality. Lower back really sore. Left work at a reasonable hour, but the gorgeous professor who sometimes gives me a lift home forgot (again) where I was going; left me miles from L's place. L was less cranky 'bout me being late and exhausted than she usually is. We watched bad porn, (I don't recommend 'Slide Bi Me" OR "White Trash Whore 20") had great sex, fell asleep.
I dreamed that I'd taken a group of students from work to see a film studio; wound up smoking AND making out with one of my employees in the middle of the studio. It was pretty intense. I woke up still able to taste her kiss, still craving a cigarette, still apologizing. Yikes.
We woke and argued about scheduling a camping holiday together. I still don't know when I can take holidays, still haven't heard from my multitudinous bosses how much of my overtime they'll allow me to take as time off. Spots in the northern Ontario campground she prefers are already booked through July, and L has plans to visit family in August. I suggested we consider camping somewhere else, though I'm still not sure when it's gonna be possible. Full time work sucks so hard in so many ways.
We agreed to research other possibilities, got up and had a great, greasy diner breakfast, installed some software on her G5 (I'm still giggling that my writer/social worker girlfriend has a billion times more computer than me) and moved some furniture around her place, which is looking a whole lot better. I came home 'round 3 yesterday afternoon.
N is back! She got in late Friday night from Miami- she wasn't at the conference I thought she was at, but teaching a course near to there. The conference is still coming up, and I'll still probably have to miss it. More reasons to become independently wealthy. We're still talking about having a kid. We may be talking about it 'til we're 50.
Talked also bout some troll guy here who wasn't understanding the difference between bi and gay. N says she'd be really upset if anyone was misunderstanding/misrepresenting her that stubbornly, but she pointed out that it might be a generational misunderstanding. Way to make me feel like a senior citizen again.
N and I are gonna try to collaborate on a story again. Again, there's a ridiculously tight deadline (or is it my procrastination that makes it tight?) Most of our efforts in this direction have foundered on difficult schedules and different colaborative styles. This time she's proposed the way of working, I'm gonna try to make it happen. Today. Sometimes it occurs to me how lucky I am that I like the work my lovers do- it'd be icky if they wrote stuff I didn't wanna read.
N and I are also having some summer scheduling woes. We're committed so far to teach 5-week workshops in July. In Barbados. For something like athousand bucks US. Yeah, I know, life's rough. Thing is, there's no way I can get that much time off work in one block. Especially if I'm also going to try to free up holiday time to be with S, and with L, and maybe even a day or two to myself... never mind the time off I may need to finish the video. Feels like we're balancing mortage $ against the rest of our lives...
Woke up this morning from a scary dream about being an air-traffic controller trying to talk down a small plane with 18 kids standing on the wing. Realized after waking that it had two wings: a biplane. Wonder if that's my sleeping brain doing bad puns in wrestling with biphobic stuff.
Off to do some writing, I hope. Later!
Thank you for the miso soup recipe. I happened to be drinking Miso when I opened it, wich I then spewed everywhere from laughing. Now my computer is covered in miso and snot. Very sexy.
Hope your day goes well, keep up your journal, it's fun to read