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azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-24 10:46 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-24 10:46 am
arm-wrestling
Neither Darkside nor I had a final until ten this morning. we sat in the cafeteria figuring out new and unusual ways to hurt each other. We arm-wrestled. He left claw-marks in my arm this morning. We kicked each other's asses, tied each other's shoelaces together, had a thumb war, smacked each other around, and he taught me a few more valuable little tricks.
[i still love you. never forget it.]
I won with my left arm many times. he played with leverage. he got some good joint locks on me. physical to a new level. Mutual respect and infliction of noncritical pain. Great communication this morning.
I almost stabbed him in a critical area this morning. he warned me. I was about an inch away. I didn't realize I was hitting below the belt he wasn't wearing.
Darkside's getting curious about what, exactly, Adam and I are doing with each other, since there's no technical "sex". He says he's happy and relieved that I'm after someone else now; he's been running up on me grinning a lot more, one particular grin of mine, a new one. the azz grin may be lost forever?
and he keeps asking all these questions about what we're up to, all these sexually slanted little questions.
reminds me so much, so very much, of Shawn. It shall not turn out that way, old friend.
He loves to embarrass me. I've been working on my control of smiling. he can still tell when he hurts me because of the expression I make; little hurts don't count anymore. It's been levitated to a higher level.
there is this frame of mind I can get myself into, where anything can happen. Note-to-self: mind is normally in neutral; clutch with the thing near the nose and shift into first gear; for great justice. Afraid to rev up to second gear. [when I get to fifth!!]
[i still love you. never forget it.]
I won with my left arm many times. he played with leverage. he got some good joint locks on me. physical to a new level. Mutual respect and infliction of noncritical pain. Great communication this morning.
I almost stabbed him in a critical area this morning. he warned me. I was about an inch away. I didn't realize I was hitting below the belt he wasn't wearing.
Darkside's getting curious about what, exactly, Adam and I are doing with each other, since there's no technical "sex". He says he's happy and relieved that I'm after someone else now; he's been running up on me grinning a lot more, one particular grin of mine, a new one. the azz grin may be lost forever?
and he keeps asking all these questions about what we're up to, all these sexually slanted little questions.
reminds me so much, so very much, of Shawn. It shall not turn out that way, old friend.
He loves to embarrass me. I've been working on my control of smiling. he can still tell when he hurts me because of the expression I make; little hurts don't count anymore. It's been levitated to a higher level.
there is this frame of mind I can get myself into, where anything can happen. Note-to-self: mind is normally in neutral; clutch with the thing near the nose and shift into first gear; for great justice. Afraid to rev up to second gear. [when I get to fifth!!]