"If you were a priest
I would wait at least
Up unto confession time and
Crawl into your box
Breathing like a fox
Hunting for obsession time and
I've thrown a lot of time away to be with you
So please don't lock away your eyes"
-If You Were a Priest by Robyn Hitchcock
My ex K of the 8 year open relationship has been in town from Vancouver for the past week and half. We still love each other, but boy do sparks fly.
We've talked. We've hung out. We've argued -- we do that well.
We went for a walk. We had dinner. We watched a movie.
And.
Yeah.
We had Ex-Sex. Several incidences. Oh.
What's with boinking your ex that makes the proceedings so fraught with danger and extreme lust? Why do we, or maybe I should say, why do I feel the need to enter that Dark Jungle where carnivores lurk everytime I notice it on my tattered map of relationships? Hmm? Any ideas on that one?
Well as it goes, on this particular expedition I ended up screaming obscenities and adorations at the top of my lungs and pretty much alerting the entire building to the fact that I'd ventured into territory where only staunch souls in pith helmets dare tread.
I think part of the attraction might be that the fact that he knows everything I like. He's well trained.
Also he lives on the other side of the country, so he's exotic.
The fact is I still love him. I love another too. Both are impossible. I think both would be into a casual open thing with me. How to set it up so it works?
Anyone got a flashlight and a snakebite kit?
Later: My friend Pat just said the coolest thing. I want it on a t-shirt:
i'll be apathetic some day. right now i just have too much to do.
He's incredibly socially & politically active. Here is his blog on the Sudan situation: Darfur Situation
I would wait at least
Up unto confession time and
Crawl into your box
Breathing like a fox
Hunting for obsession time and
I've thrown a lot of time away to be with you
So please don't lock away your eyes"
-If You Were a Priest by Robyn Hitchcock
My ex K of the 8 year open relationship has been in town from Vancouver for the past week and half. We still love each other, but boy do sparks fly.
We've talked. We've hung out. We've argued -- we do that well.
We went for a walk. We had dinner. We watched a movie.
And.
Yeah.
We had Ex-Sex. Several incidences. Oh.
What's with boinking your ex that makes the proceedings so fraught with danger and extreme lust? Why do we, or maybe I should say, why do I feel the need to enter that Dark Jungle where carnivores lurk everytime I notice it on my tattered map of relationships? Hmm? Any ideas on that one?
Well as it goes, on this particular expedition I ended up screaming obscenities and adorations at the top of my lungs and pretty much alerting the entire building to the fact that I'd ventured into territory where only staunch souls in pith helmets dare tread.
I think part of the attraction might be that the fact that he knows everything I like. He's well trained.
Also he lives on the other side of the country, so he's exotic.
The fact is I still love him. I love another too. Both are impossible. I think both would be into a casual open thing with me. How to set it up so it works?
Anyone got a flashlight and a snakebite kit?
Later: My friend Pat just said the coolest thing. I want it on a t-shirt:
i'll be apathetic some day. right now i just have too much to do.
He's incredibly socially & politically active. Here is his blog on the Sudan situation: Darfur Situation
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devon_hills:
hmm....i would have to definately say that with how good you always look i don't think a need to highten pleasure would be a problem for you 
then again we havent really gotten together for me to find that out so i guess i only have my dreams...
then again we havent really gotten together for me to find that out so i guess i only have my dreams...
metaleric:
I visited my ex yesterday, and took her to lunch. I don't think I could have sex with her. Way too many emotions yet. It was nice to visit her, but I was also glad to leave. Now I feel guilty again.