Tonight, I managed to swim over to spend a little time with cajones and chebutykin to chat about stuff and watch the eclipse. Low-key night, as I was really pretty exhausted and cheb was not feeling well, but nice nonetheless. Every time I see more of Chris's artwork, I am stunned. And I've known him for a long time.
Snack-food moment: wasabi-coated dried peas. Addictive.
When I was younger, I used to believe that something I wanted was a beautiful, sexy woman who was sexually adventurous and willing (and happy) to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. So now that I'm older, I had to ask myself if that was something I still really wanted.
I also want a couple hundred million dollars, tight abs, and a winning personality.
Not gonna happen.
It's a fantasy, and I know the difference between fantasy and reality, at least for the most part. I don't repress those fantasies. I recognize that I have them, and accept them as a part of myself.
So I firmly realize that my partner has her own wants/needs/desires, and they may not coincide with mine, and I'm quite okay with that.
I like fruit.