Rhizomes

The date was windy and warm. We had a coffee brunch at the urban scenery of Merihaka watching a coal mountain breathe and ended up drinking bubbly and having sex at her place in Kallio. She was easy to be with, extroverted, candid and rich with outlooks. Sex was equally straightforward. I licked her off and fistfucked her rough. The rest of the time we spent talking many things, cuddling and getting used to each others’ bodies. I’m pretty certain that we’re going to have it good and fun with no burden of obligations and I’m only too happy that I managed to find someone queer and sensible who’s not my ex or ex’s ex.

Bookshelves crammed with just the right volumes are hot, by the way.

I headed to Butch straight from the Date, still smelling of her and my panties dirty in a way too recognisable. I had missed Butch’s bear-like body that I’ve come to think of as mine (despite her other women) and craved for her stern grip in my neck and her cock in my mouth. Late at night she took me once, twice, don’t know how many times, pumping me in the ass and paying no attention to my pleads. The affection she showed me afterwards and the tension of the day came out as tears and I cried pressed against her shoulders, happy tears.

P!NK is singing across the bay. My old, uneven windows shake and jangle as she rises and lowers her voice. I have no idea how to live up to all good things that I’ve been granted suddenly.