Life and So On

I woke up a text from Terry from last night of Julian walking in high silver heels, and one from Julian of "Wall Paint" by Harry Gregson-Williams. That suits me fine, really, as long as they were quiet. They had fun, no one got hurt, and Julian even relaxed his femmephobia or whatever that is. Unfortunately, Julian didn't remember any of that and instead warned me that Chuck had thrown a G'd out fit of rage last night, though Julian tried to calm him. That sounded more like meth, but I'm delighted Julian was reportedly kept his cool. I laid down next to him and we talked more about my refusing to sleep out there until his kids are gone or integrated, but the reasoning stays the same. Lady Miss Friday is already locked in a single room all day, I'm not going to also sleep on the other side of the wall. I asked him if he'd called Verizon last night, he said he'd do it later. We also talked more about him giving up booze. I complimented him on handling Chuck last night, but noted that the missing phone & wallet were due to his drinking, plus other objects moved in the middle of the night. Finding Q-Tips in the tub & sandals in the sink is harmless, but both of us leave all sorts of ish around all over, so that's a liability we really don't need. More than that, his habit of interrupting & temper obviously get worse when he's drinking. And he'd been drinking often enough that I really hadn't seen him, even when I did. I also suggested he swap to weed, like I'm making do with. He pointed out that he's a lightweight. One puff and he's good for hours. Rub it in, why don't ya. Seriously, that sounds amazing and means he'll save a metric fuckton of money. Plus calories & health & whatnot. Laying next to one another, we were tempted to fuck. Spoiler: we did, but I hesitated. Is that a thing that happens in various media? Folks will have a really serious conversation and promise changes, then fucking forget about it? I dunno. I really gotta figure these things out. He ended up crashing all day, though neither of us has any clue why. I checked in with my client & William, dove into work, and was surprised when Xochi popped in. We had a surprisingly lengthy & open conversation, though especially towards the end I was really torn between trying to focus on work and what she was saying. Picked up the pace after and realistically could have just taken the whole day off. I even took a minute to help Alex. He'd stayed with me back when I was fucking Matt, but his helplessness seemed entitled & willful. Still seemed to be. He's in Florida now and asked for clothes for his first day on the job. I'm not sure how he got the job without clothes, but since I'm not there, I suggested thrift stores. In the end, I called a few social services places in Florida and got him places to contact who will just give him clothes.

Zipped off just in time to get settled in before Bruce joined. We had a good time, though I was strangely, insanely nervous. So much that my dick was a disgruntled worker, at best. Super awkward moment when he asked if I was a veteran, since there's a pic of Will on the wall in his Navy blues. Er...family? Will looks kind of like my dad in those pics, come to think of it. I think most of it is just the clothes and the mustache. I gave Bruce my usual spiel for clients I really like: feel free to give me a holler any time, there's never any charge unless we've expressly agreed it's a session or the like. Zipped back to work, threw a little joke into the return email. I don't think I'm too much yet. Terry texted me about Chuck's explosion last night. Chuck called Julian a drunk, Julian tried to apologize, explosions ensued. A neighbor came to Terry's place thinking he was shouting and he corrected them that it was Chuck....and Julian. My husband. Over there in Apartment 17. Stressed again that he wants no drama and nothing to do with all of this. When Julian woke up in the evening, he was astounded he drank so much. I sat with Julian after work, he asked about the client. Told him everything he asked, he figured it was good he was asleep. We tried to talk through this newfound anxiety about the night job. Didn't succeed, but it's a start. He stressed how much he wants us to be a couple. He'd promised he'd do something or other with Terry. Well, that was fast, on all counts. When the sun was mostly down I buried Flora. Despite her not moving so much as a centimeter in the last 24 hours, she still looked and even felt alive. Just without any breath or heartbeat.