Another day

Things are turning good after an angsty week of relationshit drama with Butch. We’ve talked etc. and decided to give it another try. Hopeless the thing surely is, on that we agree upon, but then again, most relationships are. At least we know what we are dealing with here, that is, utterly ill-assorted patterns of interpretation and communication. But did I mention hot sex? The passion, the tenderness, the trance-like states of other worldliness that I get to share with her and nobody else.

I’ve settled into meeting up once a week with the Date (to whom I should come up with a better name, but can’t think of any). Time is tight and we both have our loved ones in addition to friends, families and jobs (household chores we’ve both done away with long time ago, of course). Moreover, we both cultivate independency and need no clutching or clinging. This week’s get-together was good, again, with eating vegan at Siltanen and having sex and cuddling at her place. She fucked me for the first time and it was hot and sweet. Later on she ejaculated into my hands after which we spent long hours talking and me rubbing her back. I haven’t been that much at ease with anybody for many years. So good.

Today is for meeting up with friends and family, eating and hanging out, running with the dog, reading too much fiction and drinking one too many cups of coffee. And how are you doing today?