“slow-mo-erotic”
Jake: “UFC presents…a bunch of sweaty guys making out with their fists…”
Jake was checking in with me about our lifestyle the other day, as he is wont to do (<3), and he goes, “are you sure you’re good with this because, you know, it’s kind of weird and crazy, and it isn’t for everyone, and I want you to tell me if it ever becomes too much,” and I gave him a look of gratefulness so he’d know I wasn’t just being a little shit but THEN I said, “um, my life is basically one giant fandom. I can ship anyone with anyone AND SOMETIMES MY SHIPS COME TRUE HOW COOL IS THAT”
there are three nerds hunched over my future computer on my living room floor. I am so fond.
to be vaguely more specific: there is an art to giving someone the room to breathe and be whatever it is they need to be–to let them explore the myriad of options around sexuality, parenting, spirituality, philosophy, and other core values that are generally minefields–without forcing them into feeling like they should be/feel/believe a certain way, about any of those things. Jake gives me the perfect space, strikes the perfect balance.
I have such a compassionate, thoughtful, selfless, intuitive, delightful, poignant, intelligent, talented, and capable hub and best friend.
didn’t spot any auroras last night, but had a lovely 90-mile drive. two girls, a boy, a dog, getting lost, finding our way back; forget phone maps, bring a bottle of water.