Laptop Lust

I've spent the past six days with a brand new love. Oh, my man's been with me the entire time. He is still secure in our essential "us-ness" to get over his little fits of jealousy and bursts of "Are you listening? What did I say just now?" whenever he sees me lost in the illuminated gaze of my darling. Unfortunately for me, my li'l hottie belongs to another, our hostess, and such is the nature of my beloved you could never ask to borrow him for even a short while - so dear he is to many. He's a little guy, fits nicely on my laugh and warms up the longer I stroke him. He's an iBook G4 hooked up with Adobe CS2. And I am in deeply love.

Weird Vibes and How to Cure Them

So what do you do when everyone around you is weirding out? Do you ignore people? Paste on a pretend smile? Or do you somehow try to not take it personally and figure out how to show your limits rules and boundaries without hurting other people and the vibe even further?

In Transit

It's a cold and grey Tuesday afternoon and Will is lying on the couch asleep with his head on my thigh, puffing slightly on each exhale as he does when he's dreaming. His hair is getting longer, which pleases me, so he's taken to wearing a black Yankees cap to hide the poofiness, which does not please me. If only he could see how romantic he looks with his curls. But I'm patient and understanding as it took me twenty years to embrace my own head of crazy kinks and twisty tendrils.

I want to get up and get the day started, we went to bed so late it was early, but I'm scared to start this day even though I know I must. Scared because we're two days into homelessness and shacking up on my friend's living room couch. Scared because the place I've found may fall through and then what? Scared that this moment, with him lying peacefully on my lap, won't last if we can't find a space of our own.