Au Bon Pain
A guy just walked into the room carrying a cup from Au Bon Pain. I had an immediate flashback to several years back in Chicago when went to one of these establishments for breakfast. I was on a trip for work and hanging out with coworkers. I walked from the hotel to the restaurant without much trouble. Upon entering the building and smelling the delicious pastries and whatnot, my hangover...
My digestive system has been fully saturated with sugar via a donut delivery mechanism. I’m well on my way to becoming full caffeinated, as well. I’d intended to go to bed early last night, but Doctor Who and packing distracted me. I’ve since resigned myself to staying on a coffee IV drip for the next four days, as there is FUN to be had! I have five hours of work until I get to...
dull-knives asked: I LOVE the way your co-worker summed it up. It was probably accidental, but it's such a succinctly beautiful statement. The point is that it never HAS to mean anything, and whose business is it anyway if it does (or doesn't)!
Just had the "I'm non-monogamous" talk with a few...
Two of my officemates, one of which already knows about my lifestyle, were talking about relationships. I took issue with their assumption that you’re supposed to find one partner to meet all of the needs in your personal life. Then they started talking about polygamy in different religions. Their assumptions about monogamy being “the norm” in American society and all that...
I have to write an email to invite my whole office to an event. This is what I’d like to say: Hey fuckers and assholes! You’re all boring as shit most days, so come to this thing we’re doing and maybe you’ll be marginally more interesting. If you’re going to spend the whole time talking about how hard it is to find affordable, quality childcare though, maybe you...
What it means to date me.
“My last girlfriend said that you don’t date me, you date me and all of my friends,” he explained. It made sense. We couldn’t go anywhere for a date without seeing one or many of his friends, all of whom were brushed away with a polite hello and explanation, “Sorry, I can’t talk, I’m on a date.” There is time for socializing and meeting friends...
Me trolling my dude in a bar.
Him: I’m in computer security compliance. Me: You’re in security? That’s so hot! Do you have a gun? Him: No, but I have lots of swords.
Imagine if we quit every time we were scared.
The title of this post was a reply from @2day2day to one of my tweets. I didn’t realize how scared I’ve been all along, but had grown accustomed to ignoring it. Now those layers of dismissive nonchalance are being stripped away, and I feel naked, weak, and vulnerable. Too many times I’ve revealed these things to other people, only to be pushed away. I’m afraid that will...
I process my thoughts like a cow digests food.
I take an idea and chew it repeatedly, turning it over and around in my mouth to process as thoroughly as possible. This bolus of thought is swallowed and fermented only to be regurgitated and chewed some more, exposing more perspective to inquiry. The ideas are swished through even more chambers of stomach, being exposed to different processing mechanisms. My thoughts pass through my mental...
Why I suck as an officemate.
Whenever I don’t wear headphones at work, I can’t help but respond when he talks to himself (or more accurately, to the scripts he’s writing). Him: I really hope this works. Me: It probably won’t. Him: What are you doing? Me: Scratching my butt and being a troll. Him: What is that? Me: The death of your innocence.
People are drama.
Went to a poly meetup last night and was talking with some folks about happenings in the community. Someone remarked that being poly didn’t ensure a drama-free life. That statement, to me, seems to be a given. Increase the number of people with whom you socialize and increase the chance of miscommunication, feelings of jealousy/neglect/etc, and complicated social schedules. Everybody has...
To know a person’s experiences from the past, examine their body now. To know a...– Deepak Chopra (via antiliasback)
If you’ve read any of my writing on this blog, you know I have issues. I try to be as honest as possible with myself and others about these issues. I told my therapist I was broken. She stopped me and asked if I was fractured or shattered. Glory be! Upon consideration, I’m decidedly fractured. Shattered makes me think irreversible, of a ceramic or glass dish dropped on the floor....
Entering into a relationship is a guarantee of...
This is not an indictment of relationships, nor is this a statement of cynicism. I’m lucky to have a handful of amazing, intimate relationships developing right now. I will, however, go so far as to say that harm is inherent in romantic relationships. If you are emotionally invested in a relationship (which in my opinion is implied by definition), you are going to get hurt at some...
We always share more than we'd like.
It starts with the handshake when meeting for the first time. The natural microbiota of your skin mixes with theirs, along with the myriad other microrganisms picked up throughout the course of the day from doorknobs, keyboards, and dollar bills. Continued skin contact allows a new flora of bacteria to invade, resulting in lovely skin blemishes from new and aggressive strains. The goodnight kiss...
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Sometimes poly means...
…explaining that “poly” means polyamorous, and hating the term because its etymology is kind of silly and everyone has their own definition anyway. …learning new ways to approach relationships and broadening your mind. …finding someone else to snuggle and kiss at a party because none of your regular people will be available. …having to make decisions about...
Goals for tonight:
Don’t fuck any dudes. Help break in some new floggers. Don’t get too drunk. Wear at least two of the outfits I’m taking (my lingerie collection is sorely unappreciated). Play nice and make new friends. I think that’s as much as I’ll be able to handle.
Someday soon, I’m going to go into a restaurant and ask for a table for two. I’ll order drinks and dinner for two. The food will come, but I will still be alone. I’ll look sad for a moment, then proceed to eat everything on the table. I’ll pay and leave, looking very satisfied with myself.