FeatherFool
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It's been a month. I can hardly believe it, even still.
This week has been difficult. Well, all the last few weeks have been difficult. I'm coming to wonder if Tails' and I's relationship will ever recover. It seems to be twisting out of all recognition- what little of it that remains. He hasn't texted me since he came over. I miss my fiery passionate man, but I don't know what to do with Grief Tails and our conflicting needs.
He needs time, I'm sure. But I'm not sure I can give it.
I've been thinking about his last visit a lot. I think the issues I was having were a mishmash of things. I am so afraid that Tails and I are over, and I will never have my funny brilliant friend again. I think the changed feel of our intimacies- as in, the near total lack of any actual intimacy- just reinforced my fear. If this has changed, surely it's a symptom of larger changes is a pretty good summary of how I was feeling about it. Insecurity and any kind of fear during sex absolutely dredge up some pretty awful stuff for me. It's not necessarily the missing tenderness and care (I've has sexual relationships that were more or less just sex before); it's the change that scares me. To go from hot and sweet, both emotionally and sexually, to almost mechanical was jarring.
All I know for sure, though, is that I don't want to do that again. Not now, not when I'm wondering if I will ever even see him again, or when I'm worrying that if I do my presence might be a burden to him. Tails deserves to have whatever he needs, but I have limits on what I can provide. It might not be fair, but I am not sure that my feelings about disconnected sex with him could be changed, or- and this is possibly more honest- if I even want to. It seems like a lot of work and emotional pain for the "reward" of sex that was not fun. I want everything from him, sexually speaking: hot and sweet with love... or nothing at all.
Ugh. I'm sick of talking about Tails.
WhaleRider arrived safely, and is happily settled in my spare bedroom. I've missed him so much! He is a very polite houseguest and so quiet sometimes I forget he is even here! He's short, only about two inches taller than me- so really short for a guy- but broad. He's pretty swarthy (his word choice, not mine), and has grown this crazy bushman beard. In all, he looks more than a little like a dwarf straight out of Tolkien. He broke his nose at some point- it's just a bit crooked now. I keep forgetting to ask him about it.
He is full of awesome stories about the Inuit people he lived with, the whales he loves, and the land he lived off for years. He is an excellent storyteller. Sunday and Monday he mostly slept. Tuesday we hung out and watched The Force Awakens (he hadn't seen it yet). Wednesday he went out to see a few apartments while I was at work. We got our hands on a couple of free football game tickets for the evening. The game was delayed really late because of a crazy storm so we left and ended up finishing a bottle of wine on my balcony, watching the lightning. It was not a bad way to spend a night. I don't think there are any plans for this weekend, though: I'm getting behind on my artwork, so I really have to buckle down and get something done.
I went to see Ghostbusters (again) tonight with my mom, aunts, sisters, and a bunch of cousins. It was just as good as the first time! Highly recommended; very funny.
This week has been difficult. Well, all the last few weeks have been difficult. I'm coming to wonder if Tails' and I's relationship will ever recover. It seems to be twisting out of all recognition- what little of it that remains. He hasn't texted me since he came over. I miss my fiery passionate man, but I don't know what to do with Grief Tails and our conflicting needs.
He needs time, I'm sure. But I'm not sure I can give it.
I've been thinking about his last visit a lot. I think the issues I was having were a mishmash of things. I am so afraid that Tails and I are over, and I will never have my funny brilliant friend again. I think the changed feel of our intimacies- as in, the near total lack of any actual intimacy- just reinforced my fear. If this has changed, surely it's a symptom of larger changes is a pretty good summary of how I was feeling about it. Insecurity and any kind of fear during sex absolutely dredge up some pretty awful stuff for me. It's not necessarily the missing tenderness and care (I've has sexual relationships that were more or less just sex before); it's the change that scares me. To go from hot and sweet, both emotionally and sexually, to almost mechanical was jarring.
All I know for sure, though, is that I don't want to do that again. Not now, not when I'm wondering if I will ever even see him again, or when I'm worrying that if I do my presence might be a burden to him. Tails deserves to have whatever he needs, but I have limits on what I can provide. It might not be fair, but I am not sure that my feelings about disconnected sex with him could be changed, or- and this is possibly more honest- if I even want to. It seems like a lot of work and emotional pain for the "reward" of sex that was not fun. I want everything from him, sexually speaking: hot and sweet with love... or nothing at all.
Ugh. I'm sick of talking about Tails.
WhaleRider arrived safely, and is happily settled in my spare bedroom. I've missed him so much! He is a very polite houseguest and so quiet sometimes I forget he is even here! He's short, only about two inches taller than me- so really short for a guy- but broad. He's pretty swarthy (his word choice, not mine), and has grown this crazy bushman beard. In all, he looks more than a little like a dwarf straight out of Tolkien. He broke his nose at some point- it's just a bit crooked now. I keep forgetting to ask him about it.
He is full of awesome stories about the Inuit people he lived with, the whales he loves, and the land he lived off for years. He is an excellent storyteller. Sunday and Monday he mostly slept. Tuesday we hung out and watched The Force Awakens (he hadn't seen it yet). Wednesday he went out to see a few apartments while I was at work. We got our hands on a couple of free football game tickets for the evening. The game was delayed really late because of a crazy storm so we left and ended up finishing a bottle of wine on my balcony, watching the lightning. It was not a bad way to spend a night. I don't think there are any plans for this weekend, though: I'm getting behind on my artwork, so I really have to buckle down and get something done.
I went to see Ghostbusters (again) tonight with my mom, aunts, sisters, and a bunch of cousins. It was just as good as the first time! Highly recommended; very funny.