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Yesterday was weird. I got up at some regular hour, 9am or something, and dicked around. Oh, yeah, Kirby came by for lunch and hub took another shot at making pasta- considering he has no pasta-making tools, I think he did a fabulous job. Anyway, so I went back upstairs to read, and ended up falling asleep until 4pm. I had many odd dreams about sex, too. Then I went downstairs and hub came to give me a hug, saying he'd been thinking and writing about sex... so guess what we ended up doing. He did the guy thing and completely crashed after, so I swam for close to an hour. I came in and he was still out of it; when I woke him up he seemed dazed for a few minutes. It was strange, all this excessive sleeping. I mean it seems like healthy sleep- perhaps our home is leaking alpha waves in addition to everything else.
The absolutely final pagan class was tonight- it was make-up class where I went over anything the students wanted to ask about before the Pagan Dedication test. They seemed psyched for it, hopefully not too worried. After that hub and I hung out some more, had dinner, watched 'Elizabeth' and went to bed.
'Elizabeth' made me think of the pros and cons of having a balanced life. On the one hand, she devoted herself to England, and forged the most prosperous period in British history blah blah. On the other hand in order to do this she had to become (if the movie was accurate) a bloodless, unhappy, stiff, icon-robot. The life was sucked out of her. The contrast between the vibrant girl dancing in the beginning and the colorless statue at the end was alarming. I have my causes, but I wonder if I would do that to myself.
Hub and I chatted about this, watched some videos on the telly, and had more sweet loving. This went on for a good while, yay, and I went to sleep around 2am. Then I woke up as a storm crashed through around 3:30am. I love thunderstorms, but I wish they would crash through town when I'm not trying to sleep so I can properly enjoy them and not wake up like a zombie the next morning. I know, silly thing to complain about.
I've noticed that I feel reluctant to talk about all the sex I get to have and how swell it all is, for fear that I'm bragging or making people who aren't getting any feel bad. I really do not mean to do that. I used to get the worst kind of hell from other kids whenever I talked about the gifted program I was in (it was a really cool one where they bussed us to another school to do all this creative stuff, and we got to play on a computer! This was in like '77-78, so it was a big deal then), they always accused me of bragging and I am always paranoid that I will come off that way when I don't mean to. It's just a part of my life, and quite a nice one, too- so it puzzles me that I find myself stepping around the subject.
Hub may be grumpy to the rest of the world, but to me he is a very sweet, funny, loving person. He often tells me how beautiful I am, which always floors me. He sounds sincere and I never know what to say, other than 'thanks' when I'm thinking 'you're nuts!'. He's always touching me and hugging me and grabbing me when I walk by, which I love. Other boyfriends have called me 'clingy', but not him... we seem to be equally matched in our mutual clingyness or tactile tendencies. He lets me be silly with him, and is always willing to try new things. The sex has only gotten better as we've learned each other's buttons and practice pushing them with joy. I have been slow to trust him, and though I sometimes see myself as somewhat damaged goods, he is willing to accept me and all my little quirks. I feel very, very fortunate to have hooked up with this guy. Maybe later I'll talk about how that happened.
Yesterday was weird. I got up at some regular hour, 9am or something, and dicked around. Oh, yeah, Kirby came by for lunch and hub took another shot at making pasta- considering he has no pasta-making tools, I think he did a fabulous job. Anyway, so I went back upstairs to read, and ended up falling asleep until 4pm. I had many odd dreams about sex, too. Then I went downstairs and hub came to give me a hug, saying he'd been thinking and writing about sex... so guess what we ended up doing. He did the guy thing and completely crashed after, so I swam for close to an hour. I came in and he was still out of it; when I woke him up he seemed dazed for a few minutes. It was strange, all this excessive sleeping. I mean it seems like healthy sleep- perhaps our home is leaking alpha waves in addition to everything else.
The absolutely final pagan class was tonight- it was make-up class where I went over anything the students wanted to ask about before the Pagan Dedication test. They seemed psyched for it, hopefully not too worried. After that hub and I hung out some more, had dinner, watched 'Elizabeth' and went to bed.
'Elizabeth' made me think of the pros and cons of having a balanced life. On the one hand, she devoted herself to England, and forged the most prosperous period in British history blah blah. On the other hand in order to do this she had to become (if the movie was accurate) a bloodless, unhappy, stiff, icon-robot. The life was sucked out of her. The contrast between the vibrant girl dancing in the beginning and the colorless statue at the end was alarming. I have my causes, but I wonder if I would do that to myself.
Hub and I chatted about this, watched some videos on the telly, and had more sweet loving. This went on for a good while, yay, and I went to sleep around 2am. Then I woke up as a storm crashed through around 3:30am. I love thunderstorms, but I wish they would crash through town when I'm not trying to sleep so I can properly enjoy them and not wake up like a zombie the next morning. I know, silly thing to complain about.
I've noticed that I feel reluctant to talk about all the sex I get to have and how swell it all is, for fear that I'm bragging or making people who aren't getting any feel bad. I really do not mean to do that. I used to get the worst kind of hell from other kids whenever I talked about the gifted program I was in (it was a really cool one where they bussed us to another school to do all this creative stuff, and we got to play on a computer! This was in like '77-78, so it was a big deal then), they always accused me of bragging and I am always paranoid that I will come off that way when I don't mean to. It's just a part of my life, and quite a nice one, too- so it puzzles me that I find myself stepping around the subject.
Hub may be grumpy to the rest of the world, but to me he is a very sweet, funny, loving person. He often tells me how beautiful I am, which always floors me. He sounds sincere and I never know what to say, other than 'thanks' when I'm thinking 'you're nuts!'. He's always touching me and hugging me and grabbing me when I walk by, which I love. Other boyfriends have called me 'clingy', but not him... we seem to be equally matched in our mutual clingyness or tactile tendencies. He lets me be silly with him, and is always willing to try new things. The sex has only gotten better as we've learned each other's buttons and practice pushing them with joy. I have been slow to trust him, and though I sometimes see myself as somewhat damaged goods, he is willing to accept me and all my little quirks. I feel very, very fortunate to have hooked up with this guy. Maybe later I'll talk about how that happened.
