Fucking Art

Usual early morning, but I spent time with Lady Miss Friday and played some video games. I eventually brushed my teeth. And my hair. And got cleaned up. Laid next to Julian, which quickly became fucking. I'd have been down to top, but it's not really fair to get cleaned up then wake him up to bottom. It was fantastic. We had been coexisting instead of living together. In fairness, we're in the middle of a dangerous gambit, getting married just as he lost his home. But all of that makes it so much more important that we take time to experience each other. Psychically as well as physically. Physically synergistically with emotionally. I came handsfree for the second time in my life. The first was with...Mike? Matt? A gentleman on Tyler Ave. He was fun. Strict top, loved having his ass eaten. The best thing about cumming handsfree is that you can keep going. I'd kind of thought we should maybe video it, but that would've been a bit much to even get ready for. I need to remember that not everything we film needs to be put on the Fans site. He opted to finish and apologized for last night. I'm fine with it. In much the same way Lynelle wanted to talk to me when my vehement desire to continue working from home bubbled over the top, this was a sign that his needs aren't being met. He started making things up, like that I would pass out drunk while writing my journal. I offered to stop drinking *with* him again, but he declined. I'll make sure my breathalyzer is charged, set it out, and give us each a mouthpiece when we start drinking. He was going to run to the store for cigarettes, but Taka needed him to take care of something for his kids. While he was gone, I started picking up some, and Lady Miss Friday was in her closet, so I went whole hog and vacuumed, dishes, etc. Filth has weight, but given the delicate emotions of both She & Him, that also has to be done right. Later, he asked again about the grooming appointment for Kujo. If my credit card was due tomorrow it would be 5k. I was going to Activate my ad again today, but having just cum (even handsfree), I opted to wait. I want to remember that I love even my night job, I just have to be careful about burnout and taking advantage of myself. I have to be a better manager for me. Kind of like my day job, really. There are safeguards there, but where I can think it through and make a logical case for it, there are definitely exceptions. He relented and said he'd just buzz Kujo himself. Okay. He initially requested my assistance, but got Terry to do it instead. Great!

He went to the dog park with Terry after, and they had a few other errands to run. I opted to stay home, of course. Strangely, he kept asking if I was okay, if I minded him still going out. As you're aware, I'm perfectly happy in Lady Miss Friday's room, though occasional vacations to the living room can be nice. Why I would get upset about him doing something I don't want to do I have no idea, but I reassured him each time. I actually came to a place of indecision on what to do. I wanted to get started on the paperwork for Symbism but for some reason, I thought I had the finished paperwork from SWoRN that I could just edit at work but not home, and didn't think to look. I called Tim about the talk show, and he's going to come over tomorrow morning to discuss it.

When Julian came back, he kept talking about how nice it was outside and him wanting to do something. But he couldn't come up with anything wanted to do. I won't allow his boredom to become my responsibility. I invited FHA & Patrick over for Game Night, but FHA was busy. Terry requested a Kiki later, wigs, lip syncing, etc. Sure. It occurred to me it wouldn't be very fair for me to just plow into my Performance Wishlist because I would obviously know those songs a lot better than him. I went for songs he'd know better. Love So Soft. He wanted to put on make-up as well, and I agreed to eyeshadow. Indigo, to highlight the highlights in my wig. And then I blended it so I had kind of a post-Apocalyptic look going. Julian was kind of cranky all night, and started sardonically saying "I'm sorry, but..." I interrupted him to ask what error he made and told him not to worry about whatever it was. Fuck yeah. Diplomacy via feigned miscommunication. Terry got made up more, put on two wigs, but decided to just play cameraman. It was fun, though I should definitely have gone over the lyrics before I did. I just thought about them too much and kept doubting myself. Standard LS technique to face down or away during, just embarrassing to have to resort to it. It was good, but a little awkward to have Julian ranting in the background.

We made the second pizza from the package, even mixed in some other spices, BBQ, etc. We're creative. This plus the soup-as-sauce the other night triggered a delightful memory. When I was little, Colleen once let me do anything I wanted to modify a standard brownie recipe. I added extracts, honey, and added powdered sugar to them. I remember them being not bad, but I am a Chihuahua, so... I texted her to thank her, and I invited her to our theme dinners. Patrick joined us and while it was fun, Julian and I both drank too much. Of course he already knew and loved a bunch of music I'd found and not, including Cannon Falls and The National. He said he had fun, I'm just skeptical.