Thanks for the help MoT! Somedays I wish I could just shut my mouth, possibly with the aid of a needle and thread. I am aware that I have probably caused offence to a few people, um… I’m not always good at expressing my meanings… or, you know, being a considerate person at times. There will be apologetic baking.
My weekend in London was nicely summed up by My Gentleman Friend so I refer you to his blog. I will say that going vibrator shopping with a man who, in a posh sex shop (the fabulous Coco-De-Mer), not only decided that some of the vibrators looked like light sabres but also decided to pick one up and wave it with the requisite sounds and of course stating ‘Luke, I am your father’…, was definately a different experience. An oddly memorable one but then last weeks vibes seems to have been a sex toy one.
I have been writing a lot this week, trying to catch up with a hell of a lot of inspirational build up thats been going on over the last couple of weeks or so. I feel like a damn just burst or something.
Caught up with FFG tonight, we had the usual argument over whether or not I was cock-starved which amused the hell out of me. He has never bought my being a lesbian. No, really guys, I am, it’s just that in this country its easier to get a guy to go to bed with me. We also had a bit of a debate over various friends and their relationships to alcohol. I suspect that FFG is one of the healthier people I know as regards his attitude to drinking. It has been a long time since I worried about myself in that regard but I did worry to the extent that I can empathise with drinking to change the way the world feels. On the other hand I think I have a handle on my addictions so lets start worrying about people other than me for a change.
Looks like FFG is going with Wrong Mike to see The 300 tomorrow night so I’m considering changing my mind over seeing that since it’s on pretty late.
I like the relationship I have with most of my ex-lovers, FFG commented that the fact I’m on good terms with most people seems odd, but I think that that’s only if you put it into the context of a normal relationship. My lovers have always been somewhere between casual sex and relationships. The fact that the strings that got tied were agreed between us rather than assumed, and usually mostly formed after the end of the affair, is what left us with friendship, with beautiful golden lights. I don’t know, the more I hear about peoples attitudes to relationships the more I am left cold and with the idea that socially acceptable and promoted relationships are unhealthy things. I know, I’m reverting, but it seems like no one trusts other people anymore, like no one believes in anything real and solid and beautiful and these social conditions bring it on. If we do not create what we strive for, if we don’t change how we view other people, how we love them, how we trust them then our world becomes empty and meaningless.
Someone pass the absinthe.