Actually, Marx:
Aug. 25th, 2002 12:06 am...All clothing did remain on; there was no sex. Not even groping.
Aug. 25th, 2002
Notes on Saturday
Aug. 25th, 2002 12:46 amWent to AZ Mills Mall to visit Black Market Rocks & Minerals. Mmm, rocky good-ness! Got much fluorite, yay yay, and assorted other things. Votania's parents wanted to spend time with their favorite oldest daughter, and came and got us and we spent the day more or less together (less, on my part, as I was hyped up on Brew), and things were fun.
Had a session of epic jewelery-making after we came home. I had gotten a fair number of those little elastic bracelets with round stone beads (well, glass too), and constructed a rutilated quartz bead meditation rosary (108 regulation beads, with a big one with a pentacle attached as an endmarker) and then untangled embroidery floss as Votania beaded.
After a while,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evealone came over with some anime he'd borrowed from a friend: Tenchi Muyo and some other stuff on CD, because his computer had not the programmage to watch it with. I didn't either, but my web search skills are l337, and thereafter I did, and thereafter I downloaded the codecs that allowed us to watch it rather than just hear it. Votania'd already hit bed, but Marx and Nephew and I all watched the Tenchi, then we sent little fai to bed and watched something else, something that I can't remember, of course, the name of, that didn't have anything worse than Tenchi, and in fact less of Ryoko's mostly exposed bosom.
After that, I drank some Brew, and proceeded to grow fangs. I chased the guys around the living room, and bit them. Oh, and the scratching too. Mostly I was just lonely and in need of hugs, for which end I corneredevealone and demanded hugs, on pain of pain (or no pain!). The azzgrin came out, that scary one, the one with teeth.
He gave me insight on Darkside, held me, and stroked my hair. *Sigh* Too few people play with my hair. Then, I don't trust many people to touch my head, so that cuts down on my potential hair-stroking.
Had a session of epic jewelery-making after we came home. I had gotten a fair number of those little elastic bracelets with round stone beads (well, glass too), and constructed a rutilated quartz bead meditation rosary (108 regulation beads, with a big one with a pentacle attached as an endmarker) and then untangled embroidery floss as Votania beaded.
After a while,
evealone came over with some anime he'd borrowed from a friend: Tenchi Muyo and some other stuff on CD, because his computer had not the programmage to watch it with. I didn't either, but my web search skills are l337, and thereafter I did, and thereafter I downloaded the codecs that allowed us to watch it rather than just hear it. Votania'd already hit bed, but Marx and Nephew and I all watched the Tenchi, then we sent little fai to bed and watched something else, something that I can't remember, of course, the name of, that didn't have anything worse than Tenchi, and in fact less of Ryoko's mostly exposed bosom. After that, I drank some Brew, and proceeded to grow fangs. I chased the guys around the living room, and bit them. Oh, and the scratching too. Mostly I was just lonely and in need of hugs, for which end I cornered
evealone and demanded hugs, on pain of pain (or no pain!). The azzgrin came out, that scary one, the one with teeth. He gave me insight on Darkside, held me, and stroked my hair. *Sigh* Too few people play with my hair. Then, I don't trust many people to touch my head, so that cuts down on my potential hair-stroking.
It was nice to be willingly held, and by someone of compatible sexual outlook who was doing more of the giving comfort than the receiving it. Any way I phrase that, I munch on my own toenails, but so be it. Someone of highly compatible energy flow, someone whose presence has my comfort level high rather than medium, or medium-rare.
It's the little gestures of intimacy that send my defenses crashing down. The willingness to listen, the willingness to hold and be held for indefinite length of time.... lying down next to and snuggling without tripping my defensive triggers is difficult to do.
It's nice to be thought worth the time.
It's the little gestures of intimacy that send my defenses crashing down. The willingness to listen, the willingness to hold and be held for indefinite length of time.... lying down next to and snuggling without tripping my defensive triggers is difficult to do.
It's nice to be thought worth the time.
Who am I? (from ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teal7, via sashajwolf)
Aug. 25th, 2002 07:29 amHere is the original post for the thought...
What, indeed, are the primary constants that make up me, the things that don't change from persona to persona?
I have an innate love of writing and reading.
I have a fear of memory loss.
I desire communication.
I enjoy the company of other people, if not direct interaction.
I practice the arts that some would call magic.
I require time spent by myself, whether this is in the vague company of others, or complete solitude.
What, indeed, are the primary constants that make up me, the things that don't change from persona to persona?
I have an innate love of writing and reading.
I have a fear of memory loss.
I desire communication.
I enjoy the company of other people, if not direct interaction.
I practice the arts that some would call magic.
I require time spent by myself, whether this is in the vague company of others, or complete solitude.
Grr, hsss.
Aug. 25th, 2002 07:31 amUnsubscribed from Opti-Target. www.opti7.com/unsubscribe_on/ They promised that my e-mail address would be removed within 48 hours.
Hmm.
Better not find any spam from them in my inbox after that point!
Hmm.
Better not find any spam from them in my inbox after that point!
Wondering...
Aug. 25th, 2002 08:31 am...What on the friends list does it take before the journal hits a Critical Mass that results in 6-40 comments per post?
It's also fun to see friends post plugs in their own journals for particularly cool sections of discussion in their comments section.
It's also fun to see friends post plugs in their own journals for particularly cool sections of discussion in their comments section.
Temple Giggles
Aug. 25th, 2002 01:11 pmSomehow, we got into a very locker-room type discussion. Distracted by it, Marx didn't notice until it was too late that the garbage disposal is still not fully installed, and that dumping milk down the kitchen sink was a Bad Move.
Cleanup is in progress.
Cleanup is in progress.
I don't know what Darkside's going to have to say. Someone may get the glares, and the "I'm not talking to you right now" huff towards the other male party. Someone's just going to have to get over himself and get his priorities straightened out.
....I still love Darkside. Despite all the silliness. Darkside's the one who's been through almost two years with me; Darkside's the one who knows the right words to say for almost every moment. Darkside's the one I get along with. We screech and fight and make other people in the cafeteria comment on attempted murder (simultaneously, we replied that if that had been attempted murder, then one of us would be dead, if not both...) and despite or perhaps because of it, we know each other, and we're getting to know each other better. Learning each other completely would be a lifetime task.
We're best friends. More than that is uncertain; I do know that Darkside and I are as close as I've ever been to anyone, up to and including people I've dated and planned to marry. Even the Lady E knew me perhaps less well than Darkside does. He's getting to know me better day by day as I work up the courage to tell him things.
....I still love Darkside. Despite all the silliness. Darkside's the one who's been through almost two years with me; Darkside's the one who knows the right words to say for almost every moment. Darkside's the one I get along with. We screech and fight and make other people in the cafeteria comment on attempted murder (simultaneously, we replied that if that had been attempted murder, then one of us would be dead, if not both...) and despite or perhaps because of it, we know each other, and we're getting to know each other better. Learning each other completely would be a lifetime task.
We're best friends. More than that is uncertain; I do know that Darkside and I are as close as I've ever been to anyone, up to and including people I've dated and planned to marry. Even the Lady E knew me perhaps less well than Darkside does. He's getting to know me better day by day as I work up the courage to tell him things.