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thepnutgalleryErin was back at work, but I now had to enter in all the groups I scanned the day before, plus all the stuff coming in. I'm kind of a rockstar, or at least a workhorse, so I pounded through everything given. My bandages itched all day. I guess I had tied the brace too tight, because when I finally took it off, it was red. On the plus side, I'm healing up nicely. Still debated going to the gym, but decided in favor. Had another *great* workout. I'm still flustered - 30 lbs is too much for me, 25 lbs is too light for me. I guess I can swap between the two?
I thought more about Tim and I, read more old journals. He's been a thing for a very long time now. While this has sometimes been a very sweet thing - him sending random pictures of dogs he sees, seeing me off on the Atlantis cruise - it's far more often a bad thing, such as when he sent me to make him cookies from the sex party, but himself stayed to fuck the host again. This was March, 2011, since I apparently didn't blog it. We weren't even dating at the time, or maybe we were just dating - it's a fuzzy place. But seriously, WHAT THE FUCK. At a minimum, it's something of a callous thing, like the New Year's Day sex party. Decided I'm really done with him this time. It occurrs to me that we both want each other to be happy, but there are some restrictions on that happiness.
Michael Leeper had posted a very basic issue of his with religion, and a very nice, but not very well thought through, believer had posted in response. I'd been batting him around all afternoon and evening. Another poster in the thread called me "an oasis of sanity." That's a first!
Stevin and I were supposed to get together after rehearsal. I happened to look at one of the gangbangs scheduled, and saw he's scheduled to attend. Almost called the night off, because I'm insane. I had some time, though, so I took care of some basic household stuff. Took out the trash in the kitchen and bathroom, the recycling, checked the mail, did the dishes, started another batch of seitan. Stevin called just before rehearsal, but it was a bad connection (Him: Eric? You sound fuzzy. Me: I am fuzzy!)
Tim actually texted, as well. I melted and hardened in alternating spaces, a little worried he would want to come by. He was sick, and joked about blaming me. I blamed the trick from the new year's party. He said I was mean, picking on the sick guy. According to many, I've been sick the entire time he's known me, and it hasn't made him any nicer. He said he's been sooooooooooo nice to me. Are you sure you want me citing your Wrong File? I mean, I've got it right here..........
Gave myself plenty of time to get ready, but was still in the shower when Stevin got there, and had to call him back. We sat chatting for a bit before getting naked. By strange coincidence, he has some sort of dermalogical issue happening, and wanted to keep his shirt on, so we fucked in shirts. Not only was this hot, but it kept things from being awkward. He did note, at one point, that my bandage had come off, and I would later see it on the floor, but he didn't say anything else, and neither did I. I rimmed and fucked him - I guess I'm the only one he lets top him, but I'd completely forgotten that I did last time. He lingered for a while after, talking about nothing, before going on his way. He has an open relationship with his partner, they don't check on each other or anything, but I guess a few months back, my name appeared at the end of a grocery list. I maintain that this means his partner wants a 3 way. Stevin didn't know what to do with it at the time, but let it go, and it hasn't resurfaced. That sort of thing would drive me crazy.
I was maybe supposed to meet Robert Griffin at Uptown Tavern for his birthday, but it was a last minute thing and I was tired.
I thought more about Tim and I, read more old journals. He's been a thing for a very long time now. While this has sometimes been a very sweet thing - him sending random pictures of dogs he sees, seeing me off on the Atlantis cruise - it's far more often a bad thing, such as when he sent me to make him cookies from the sex party, but himself stayed to fuck the host again. This was March, 2011, since I apparently didn't blog it. We weren't even dating at the time, or maybe we were just dating - it's a fuzzy place. But seriously, WHAT THE FUCK. At a minimum, it's something of a callous thing, like the New Year's Day sex party. Decided I'm really done with him this time. It occurrs to me that we both want each other to be happy, but there are some restrictions on that happiness.
Michael Leeper had posted a very basic issue of his with religion, and a very nice, but not very well thought through, believer had posted in response. I'd been batting him around all afternoon and evening. Another poster in the thread called me "an oasis of sanity." That's a first!
Stevin and I were supposed to get together after rehearsal. I happened to look at one of the gangbangs scheduled, and saw he's scheduled to attend. Almost called the night off, because I'm insane. I had some time, though, so I took care of some basic household stuff. Took out the trash in the kitchen and bathroom, the recycling, checked the mail, did the dishes, started another batch of seitan. Stevin called just before rehearsal, but it was a bad connection (Him: Eric? You sound fuzzy. Me: I am fuzzy!)
Tim actually texted, as well. I melted and hardened in alternating spaces, a little worried he would want to come by. He was sick, and joked about blaming me. I blamed the trick from the new year's party. He said I was mean, picking on the sick guy. According to many, I've been sick the entire time he's known me, and it hasn't made him any nicer. He said he's been sooooooooooo nice to me. Are you sure you want me citing your Wrong File? I mean, I've got it right here..........
Gave myself plenty of time to get ready, but was still in the shower when Stevin got there, and had to call him back. We sat chatting for a bit before getting naked. By strange coincidence, he has some sort of dermalogical issue happening, and wanted to keep his shirt on, so we fucked in shirts. Not only was this hot, but it kept things from being awkward. He did note, at one point, that my bandage had come off, and I would later see it on the floor, but he didn't say anything else, and neither did I. I rimmed and fucked him - I guess I'm the only one he lets top him, but I'd completely forgotten that I did last time. He lingered for a while after, talking about nothing, before going on his way. He has an open relationship with his partner, they don't check on each other or anything, but I guess a few months back, my name appeared at the end of a grocery list. I maintain that this means his partner wants a 3 way. Stevin didn't know what to do with it at the time, but let it go, and it hasn't resurfaced. That sort of thing would drive me crazy.
I was maybe supposed to meet Robert Griffin at Uptown Tavern for his birthday, but it was a last minute thing and I was tired.
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