I just had great dates and a great night with friends. Cleveland and I had this sort of wonderful midweek date with talking and walking and fucking and eating and petting and snuggling. We’re getting excited for our Portland trip and I just love how things are going there. It’s funny when things are kinda right how easy and good they are. There isn’t any angst or gnashing of teeth. There isn’t any big discussions or issues. It’s just good. The affection is good, the sex, the talk, the fun, the plans the hobbies.. all of it. I just enjoy being with him. The only hard part is sometimes missing him.
Then Traveler and I had a great date. I had all these plans and in the end he was just too tired, which worked because I was too tired too. We went to get a cocktail and the food looked yummy and we ate there. Then I got a little randy and attacked him, and he was an all too willing victim, and then we played Wow and snuggled each other to sleep. It sounds like a boring date, as so many of our dates do, but it was not at all boring. Again, I just have so much joy.
I love that the men I love are such good friends to me. I love the level of conversation I can have with them and the just… good. I can’t tell you somehow or express how much I am just in pure and utter joy. I like it. I like it all. I like it exactly, in every way, exactly as it is. I find myself gazing at them sometimes, while they blog or fold clothes or smile at me, and I am thinking just how lucky I am. It’s an amazing thing to find someone you respect and love, who excites you and holds you, gets you and lets you get them. It’s just such a marvel to so love and be loved. It’s one of life’s precious things and I rain kisses on their faces and soak up all the smiles. Ahhhhhhh.. Just Ahhhhhhh. After the long and difficult road at times… Ahhhhhhhh.