I’ve been thinking about the moment right before you touched me.
The pause.
That fragile second where we both knew we should stop. Where the air between us was full of all the reasons this was a bad idea.
But neither of us moved away.
My pulse climbing, my breath catching, the whole world narrowing to the quiet space between us.
It’s dangerous
And even now, hours later, I can still feel the ghost of that moment lingering on my skin.
The dryer door just popped open. So weird!! I wonder what possesses it to do that like it does.
I’ve been thinking about that one message from Jake again. You know the one. That one. God, I can’t believe such an innocuous message could get so under my skin and yet here I am.
I hate his wording choice at the beginning. It just keeps cycling through my brain, tangling me in knots. You think that I think. I think that you think. Why did he have to word it so awkwardly? It sounds like something I would say. He’s the writer!! He should be able to do this better than me! I’m the slop!
The whole thing is so damn awkward and I wish I could shake it. I probably just need a few more months (4 isn’t enough I guess -_-).
The worst part is I keep cycling around the homo/asex thing. I get his perspective. I have been with men in the past. In all relationships if you are with a man a dead bedroom is unlikely to be a thing. And I never told him every single relationship was like that. Not even sure if he’d believe me. God I wish I had figured this out earlier but the self hatred in me ESPECIALLY regarding this subject was so strong there was no way I could have confronted this sooner. So he probably doesn’t think I’m actually homo. Fine. He’s a man that wants what he wants. I get that.
He told me he thought I was asexual. He must be familiar with the “I’m asexual but I still have sex and enjoy it” community because otherwise WHY would he keep pushing after all these years? It’s obvious he still harbours feelings of some kind and ultimately I think that is what got under my skin the most about this, the part that I can’t shake.
Inside my is a 12 year old that is still deeply uncomfortable knowing that people are attracted to her. I don’t know how to tell her it’s okay and we can live with that. It has no bearing on her wellbeing or mine. But she still persists.
Why does he still persist if he thinks I am asexual? It feels like some kind of violation and that also bothers me. I don’t really want to do a thought deep dive on this one but it does float through my head occasionally.
You think that I think that you think that I think that you think that I think that you think that I think that you think that I think that you think that I think.
It feels akin to the double negative and I’m going to write a pop song called You Think That I Think.
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How to get someone to touch you in bed and not act like they’re sticking their hands on a stove ❓
His hands found me the way warmth finds cold stone.
Slowly. Patiently.
As if the moment had been waiting longer than either of us had.
When his palms settled against me, the world seemed to soften at the edges. His fingers curved along my waist and the heat of them slipped beneath my skin like sunlight sinking into water.
I felt it everywhere.
In the quiet space between my ribs.
In the small arch of my back.
In the slow, startled rhythm of my breath.
It was such a simple thing. Just hands.
Yet the touch of them moved through me like a tide, gentle but impossible to ignore, until my body felt less like something separate and more like something he had already learned by heart.
His thumb brushed once.
A small movement. Barely there.
Listening to the way my pulse answered his touch, wondering how something so quiet could feel like standing in the center of a storm
Because his hands were still on me.
🐶so my big sister wanted to play house and i ended up being the baby but i don’t want to be the baby this isn’t fair >:c🍼
Grumpy: I’ll tell you what, Cheeky. Why don’t you ask me again you’ve grow up a little!
Tiger: Yeah, well, don’t expect that to happen any time soon!
Mosar: I thought I told you no!?
Grumpy: Told you his eyes didn’t say yes!
Brian: …
The neighbors got a little noisy last night. #GrumpyFoxCartoon went over to ask them to keep the honking down. Well, that went well. #RuffledGooseCartoon
I was so focused on being mad at you, I forgot what it was I was mad about.
Grumpy
