I am blessed.
OHMAHGAWDTHANKYOUSOFUCKINGMUCH!!!! WOOOOOO!!!! *throws hands in the air and twirls around*
This is directed at many of you… my friends… you amazing, diverse, smart, funny, kind, loving people who make my life so rich. Whether we’re just messaging on tumblr, or emailing, or texting, or kik messaging, or Skyping, your support and comradery fill me up with the good stuff. I wish I could give you hugs, and see you all in person.
Today, I wish I could sit down with you, (I’m still all bleary eyed from getting home at 9 am), coffee in hand, curled up on my couch (or yours!) and tell you how happy I am…
You’ve been here, listening to all my angst for a long time, ( I can hear Karin shouting “Too goddamned long!”), so it is really, really nice to be able to share with you my joy. I just want to sit, sip my black-nectar-of-the-gods, and catch up, laugh, support/listen, and just love the hell out of hanging out with you.
I just spent the night on a beach. A giant rave-like party way down at one end, but we could still hear the waves, the music and lights in the distance just added to the fun of it. There were campfires up and down the shore line too – all spread out in pockets, among the giant washed up logs, in the soft sand. It’s a fantastic beach. We got there about 2 am-ish, laid out the sleeping bag we had bought on our very first shopping trip together – at a Vancouver Walmart.
While we shopped (we bought a bunch of things we never got a chance to use – candles, rope, camping wine glasses, a cute hat), we kept stopping and kissing. Yes, we were that couple. He was telling me about how to make latex clothing (He/she is going to teach me!), while we walked, hand-in-hand, late-night Walmart shopping.
We made out against his car in the parking lot. He always opens the door for me (I really love that), and helps me into the car.
We didn’t go right to the beach, but took an interesting detour to a sex club, that has a focus on transgendered. He/she goes there a lot as a she. It was quiet, except for the very chatty proprietor, so we sat and talked with her for a bit and watched some terrible porn. I had a blast! It was a quiet introduction to a club I’m looking forward to being back to.
We went from there to the beach. Three words – All. Night. Long. The sun came up, and people were walking by while we were snuggled under the blankets – warning us that the po-po would be coming shortly. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want the night to be over. I wanted to sleep in his/her arms. Touching.
We drove back to where I left my car. We talked, snoodled, got in the back of my suv, enjoyed each other again, right there in parking lot by the highway, and then went our seperate ways… I missed him/her immediately.
Before we had head down to the beach, parked on the road all cozy in his car, we talked. I bared my soul to him/her last night… it felt good and I feel vulnerable, but I feel good that he/she knows exactly how I feel.
We’ve had a few moments in the last couple of days about how poly looks and feels like to me, and to us. We’ve talked a lot. I don’t think the rough spots of this topic are even close to being sorted out. I’m scared and not entirely sure I will work in his/her life with my ideas of what being poly means. But I am going to try. Take it a moment at a time.
One of the many things I adore about him/her is his/her honesty and openness. Oh god, it feels so damn good.
My heart didn’t stand a chance.
I am happy.
Now tell me about your night!? *laughing and pours more coffee*
A very few..