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June Solstice is one of my favorite holidays, even if I don't wind up doing much. There are so many important things around now. Juneteenth. Birthdays of a few dear friends.
And in 2016, I finally summoned all the courage I required to send a certain someone a text message letting them know that I had a crush.
Communication can be hard enough without introducing unhelpful restrictions that prevent necessary information from being transmitted until a more polite channel is available. I'd tried to say it making mouth noises and eye contact, but none of the noises turned into words. Not even "hey can we find a quiet spot because I would like to say something." Just inaudible squeaking.
One of the big important conversations was what information we could transmit via what channels. We settled on IRC and highly filtered Dreamwidth entries for the uncensored, delicate stuff. That was for safety reasons, because most of their communications were subject to inspection by the Evil Ex.
I'd thought that maybe it was a one-time phenomenon when they ever so gently kissed me that night. I walked on air until F read me the riot act via Tarot cards. Then Belovedest kissed me hello the next morning, and again, and again, until I stopped counting.
Three years so far. 💙💙💙
And in 2016, I finally summoned all the courage I required to send a certain someone a text message letting them know that I had a crush.
Communication can be hard enough without introducing unhelpful restrictions that prevent necessary information from being transmitted until a more polite channel is available. I'd tried to say it making mouth noises and eye contact, but none of the noises turned into words. Not even "hey can we find a quiet spot because I would like to say something." Just inaudible squeaking.
One of the big important conversations was what information we could transmit via what channels. We settled on IRC and highly filtered Dreamwidth entries for the uncensored, delicate stuff. That was for safety reasons, because most of their communications were subject to inspection by the Evil Ex.
I'd thought that maybe it was a one-time phenomenon when they ever so gently kissed me that night. I walked on air until F read me the riot act via Tarot cards. Then Belovedest kissed me hello the next morning, and again, and again, until I stopped counting.
Three years so far. 💙💙💙
