The Best Life Yet

From the "person-being-a-dickhead" perspective (apparently I get super-mean when I am black-out drunk/altered) - NO, we don't remember/realize what a SHIT we are being. A suggestion that may be useful (tread carefully) is to take a recording (audio +/- visual) on your cell phone (or an analog actually destroyable record if that is important to you/them) of their ranting and share it with them when they are in a sober state.

I actually suggested the recording thing to him kind of in passing during our conversation, since he seemed so honestly mystified. He didn't sound upset about the idea. I didn't spend much time on it, though, so it's possible he didn't think I was serious. I totally was, though. I know he trusts me and my judgment, but it's difficult to explain things like tone, and a couple of times when I've told him about this stuff, he's suggested that maybe he's been joking and I've misconstrued it. I think an audio recording might put that to rest.
 
What is sleep, even?

Monday night with Rider at the concert was great, but I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder during the last two songs. (I'm sure the tiny piece of pot brownie I had assisted with that.) Afterward he wanted sexy time, so even though it was hella late and I was exhausted, I did some things to him.

Yesterday was work from start to finish. I stayed at the office an hour late, then worked from home on my laptop. Rider made me tacos. Between working super late, packing for three nights at Dustin's, a bit of bondage and a handjob for Rider, and putting away my laundry that Rider so kindly washed, I did not get to sleep until almost 3:00. and then had to be up at 7:00. I'm freaking exhausted today. Trying to rally, though. There is still so much to do.

I feel like I spend all my time working, processing (either in this blog or in IRL convos), doing chores, or trying to make time for my guys. Sometimes there is also band stuff. I have been trying to be good about the Mexican Dinner thing, but when Rider asks me at 12:30 and I'm already staring down only a few hours of sleep . . . well, I still did it, and I guess I don't regret it because it made him happy, and because it was my last night with him till Saturday, but GOT-DAMN am I tired.

Dustin is insisting that we make up the hike today that we didn't get to do last week due to his up-all-night-on-drugs debacle. I am short on time but I think some physical activity will do me good, so I'm shoehorning it in. I haven't been able to bike all week because my tire is still fucked up and I haven't had the time or money to shop for a new one. I'm way more energetic and resilient when I've had some exercise. So hopefully the hike and NRE surge will be enough to keep me alive while hanging out with him. I felt bad enough that most of the evening will be spent working, but now that I'm going to be a zombie on top of that . . . ugh, I cannot WAIT till I have these projects off my desk. I feel like I need to sleep for a week.

Tonight: work, hike, work at Dustin's, sleep with Dustin
Tomorrow: work, maybe work more at Dustin's and maybe chill depending on how much I get done today, band rehearsal, sleep with Dustin
Friday: work, leave early, get ready and go to my birthday shenanigans, crash with Dustin
Saturday: meet up with Rider early, hang during the afternoon, our band is playing that night
Sunday: I have left this day blessedly unplanned because I'm going insane

Yesterday I had a little bit of a meltdown on the crazy existential shit. I honestly think it was, in part, due to the little bit of pot brownie I'd had the night before. It got me all spinning out thinking about weird shit, and then that carried over into the next day. I was having all these hellishly introspective half-abstract thoughts while high, which were leading me to things like these gems:

"I should have only been friends with most of the people I've actually dated"

"Most of the people I've been friends with, I've pursued friendship with them for the wrong or weird reasons"

"I have no idea what love actually is—I have only NRE and then mild fondness"

"The thing in me that regulates passion is abnormal so that I only ever stay interested in anything (people, work, hobbies) for a few years—I am utterly without the ability to retain drive and care about things long term"

...all culminating in...

"I am totally broken. What is wrong with me and why am I like this? I should go live in a cave away from human society."

And the thing is, the existential crisis part is not even JUST that I feel like I want to change everything in my life right now. It's also the crippling fear that even if I did that, then in a few more years, I'd go through the same exact thing. I'd be just as sick of all the new shit in four years as I am of the existing shit right now. Because that is what I always do, for some ungodly reason. Every few years, for better or worse, I burn my entire life down and start over: a new city, a new job, a new school (till I pretty much maxed my education out), new friends, and then, inevitably, a new relationship. And with the new relationship comes new interests that get sparked in music, hobbies, a new "shared culture" with the new partner, etc.

There are common threads that run through it—I never swing so wildly that I'm not recognizable as "me" anymore from the last iteration—but I basically live whole new lives in 4ish-year cycles. And man-oh-man, am I feeling the itch. But to what purpose? It's fucking EXPENSIVE to burn one's life down and start over. I can't keep doing it forever. I'm probably too far in debt from doing it the last two times to even manage it again without serious hardship.

So I breathe. And I wait. And I ponder on things like being happy with what I have, and reigniting passion (for people and activities), and on learning how to do stillness and peace instead of planting intricate webs of explosives that will effectively propel me haphazardly into whatever exciting-and-unknown landing place I vaguely aim at, but leave a lot of destruction in their wake. Breathe. Wait. Do nothing drastic. One day at a time. One day after another. And hope that the path becomes clear.

I wish I had time to just go sit in a cave and learn how to meditate for a month.
 
Things the boys have said in the past 24 hours have bothered me, and I'm thinking about it. Small things, but they're getting turned over in my head.

Dustin:

He said again last night, in the context of how little we've gotten to see each other in the past week, that I make him feel good, but I hurt him too. And I immediately objected to this because, dammit, this long stretch of days was more him than me. He's the one who had to change his work schedule to encompass Saturday, so that it was four consecutive nights away instead of three. Three of the four nights were nights that he had mandatory stuff to do. Only one was a leisure night for me with Rider.

Yes, the poly thing and my having a nesting partner does mean that he can't just come over and crawl into bed with me after he gets done with work, like he maybe could in a mono situation, but is that really enough of a difference to "hurt him"? And for it to be me hurting him?

When I objected, he said it's not that it's my fault, but it's still because of me that he hurts. And maybe it's splitting semantic hairs, but I think "you hurt me" implies agency, not passive cause. And I think that using that language sets up a false assignment of responsibility. I'm not responsible for his feelings—indeed, I'm not even responsible for the schedule differences that led to those feelings. I have to think of a way to accurately explain the nuance of that to him and get him to understand.

Rider:

So Dustin reminded me last night that it wasn't work he has to go do on Friday night that will cause him to have to exit my birthday festivities, but a concert to attend with his bestie of a huge artist they both enjoy. The bestie is getting them on the list. I'm fine with this because honestly I'm going to be feeling all on high alert and like I'm doing a balancing act while Dustin and Rider are both around—and I feel like it might be more stressful than fun. So if Dustin wants to dip out for a while, it probably actually takes away from my stress, even though I love having him around.

Well, I mentioned to Rider that that's why Dustin was dipping out, and Rider got all butt-hurt on my behalf, acting like, "He's missing your birthday for a concert?!"

First of all, it's not like Dustin and I are not getting a one-on-one celebration day; we are, on Monday, and Rider knows it. And second of all, it's not like I'm entitled to Dustin's time. And third of all, this very same issue came up for me with Oona's birthday celebration next month—Rider and I have to sell our tickets to something we really wanted to go to—and we'd both said we wished we could go to both things, so why wouldn't I be understanding of Dustin wanting to do the same thing.

And fourth of all . . . it's just weird of him to get annoyed on my behalf when I have not expressed any annoyance. I feel like he scrutinizes me+Dustin things harder than he should for someone not involved in the relationship. This is not the first instance of something like that. And, I mean, I guess I could firm up the hinge boundaries and tell him less (even though he says he wants to know everything), but "so he won't be weirdly judgmental" feels like kind of a silly reason to do that.

Anyway, the reason it bugged me is it felt a little like he was trying to incite me to also be butthurt about it, and I'm just not—I'm a little relieved. But even if I wasn't relieved, it still wouldn't be cool for him to be . . . I dunno exactly what . . . trying to decrease my relationship satisfaction by fanning a sense of entitlement, maybe? I'm not sure.
 
I just realized that all my posts today sound complain-y and I'm not even in a bad mood. Most of the pensiveness and grumpage was from yesterday—I just didn't get a moment to report on it until today. And the two irritating remarks from the boys were just small things that I am sure are easily resolved. I should also take a moment to brag about them.

Rider:

He knew I was stressed out and overworked, so when I got home yesterday, he surprised me with flowers, a bottle of chuck, and two of my favorite snacks, as well as a baguette and nice cheese to bring to work for lunch today, plus he made tacos, did laundry, and gave me a foot-rub. I did have a good time being sexual with him last night, even though I was dead tired. He's so cute when I put him into a state.

Even though I was work-grumpy and feeling a bit puffy for some reason last night, as I walked around the house doing packing things, he was ogling me with clear lust in his eyes and telling me how gorgeous he thinks I am.

Dustin:

He's been texting me on and off all day today and yesterday, counting down to when we get to see each other. Yesterday he sent me a pic of him winking and blowing a kiss at the camera, and he said that he'll give me "extra special relaxing treatment" after our hike, whatever that means. Despite the part of the phone convo last night that stuck in my craw, most of it was good. There was a lot of love and sighing at being apart. I love the sound of his voice. And I keep thinking of sexytime things with him and getting riled up.

He sent me a TERRIBLE picture of myself that he'd taken the night of our movie/park adventure (seriously, it is terrible) and said he loves it because it's "an honest moment and really cute" and when I blanched at it, he said that I have never, ever looked bad to him, not even once.

So . . . poly perks: having two sweet guys to pay me compliments when I'm feeling ugly and to do me favors when I'm feeling stressed and to put a ton of love on me in their own special ways. :cool:
 
I had an interesting convo with Dustin last night that I’m still mulling over.

He was talking about how he doesn’t think that men and women can ever actually just be platonic friends—that there is always unspoken desire on one side or the other, whether or not anyone ever acts on it. He said that he has chick "friends" that he’s not personally attracted to, but who would surely jump into bed with him if he hit on them. And he said he has chick "friends" who would clearly not welcome his advances, but if they jumped in his lap, he would kiss them.

And I asked him how that works with his whole "desiring monogamy" thing, and he said that he doesn’t really like labels. For him, it’s "being with one person," not "monogamy," and he defines that as where you choose to direct your time, attention, and energy. It doesn’t necessarily mean pure sexual monogamy—if an opportunity for a makeout or some NSA sex fell into his lap and the chick was "hot enough," he’d want to go for it, as long as it was strictly NSA and didn’t take anything away from the mental/emotional resources he has that he allocates to me.

He said that the way he thinks about it, if it’s pure opportunity, and purely NSA, there’s not even a reason anyone would have to KNOW about it, much less have it affect the relationship—so, though he eschews labels, it sounds to me basically like some kind of opportunistic DADT. And I told him I’m not about that. Now that we’re "in a relationship," I think it’s important to know and not have secrets like that. I would want to know if he likes someone or makes out with someone or has sex with someone. I asked him if he would be willing to tell me, and he said yes, he can do that.

He said that, to him, the moment it goes from a NSA hookup to exchanging info with the other person and trying to go on dates with them, then, in his mind, that’s when it turns into "cheating," because you’re diverting your resources to that other person and losing focus on the person you’re with—you're cheating them of something. He said that 100% focus on the person you’re with is ideal, and if you’re feeling a strong pull "see where things go" with someone else, then you should probably just end it.

He said that his friends have been telling him he should try to get another girlfriend to balance things out so he doesn’t feel so shitty when I’m with Rider, but he doesn’t really want to because he doesn’t want to partition his time and focus off like that. He told me that when he was younger, he was "a dumbass" because he had "a main girlfriend" here in L.A. and tried to have another "girlfriend" in every city.

I asked him if he loved them, and he said he thought at the time that he loved his main girlfriend, but if he really had, then he wouldn’t have done that to her. He didn’t love any of the others—they were just convenient and reliable ways to get sex while traveling without having to pay for it, and he had to make girlfriends out of them and put some kind of effort toward them because they wouldn’t be down for sex otherwise.

He said that really the opportunistic NSA thing comes up only maybe once or twice PER DECADE—everything else requires some kind of effort that he’s no longer willing to put in for meaningless sex. He said it used to be worth it for him, but it hasn't been for a while. He's pretty much gotten his fill of that. So the arithmetic I see this adding up to is that, for him, currently, when it comes to outside connections:

Effort + Meaning = Cheating
Effort + No Meaning = Not worth it
No Effort + No Meaning = Worth it if the chick is hot enough

Which, my situation aside, just as a thought exercise, left me wondering what he would see as the female counterpart position in that situation—obviously, for chicks (i.e., me or whoever else) effortless + meaningless sex is thrown at us all the time. In his "ideal situation" where he was in one serious relationship and not conducting other relationships but had sort of a "free pass for NSA," what would that look like on the chick’s side?

He’s said that his opportunity in a no-effort sense comes once or twice per decade. For a chick, it’s likely once or twice per DAY, lol. Would playing by those "rules" not bother him? I haven’t asked yet, but I’m curious.

I mean, for me, personally, the question is largely irrelevant because we’re not in that situation AND because I’m not good at casual sex, but I feel like the answer to that question will tell me things about him I’d like to know. I mean, I guess it’d kind of apply because I’ve told him I’ll leave off from seeing "extra" people other than Rider, and it would kind of leave the door open for random experiences if I wanted them.

And I guess they DO occasionally happen—the once-in-a-blue-moon hooking up with a friend while drunk, or meeting someone hot while out of town . . . But it’s so rare because I don’t usually want sex without emotion. Shit, I guess that is also a once or twice per decade thing. So maybe it's even after all.

He was also saying that the thing that bothers him about the current situation is basically thinking that when I am at home, I am "like this" (where "this" was how I was being with him at the moment) with someone else. And I had to explain to him that it’s never exactly the same with anyone. There is no "like this" with Rider. There is only "like that." He merely shrugged.

He told me that during our nights apart, he'd read all the portions of More Than Two that I'd bookmarked for him, and it didn't really do much for him. He felt like it was "telling him how to feel" and he already knows how he feels. I told him it's less about that, and more about learning how to deal with what you already feel. I guess it was not helpful at all to him, and I apologized for that, explaining that it had been helpful to me, so I'd been hopeful.

He said that we'll figure it out, that there are days when we're apart when he seriously thinks about breaking up over how much it hurts, but then we see each other, and it's like nothing else he's ever experienced—the magic, the sex, the conversation, the cuddling, how much we laugh, how we like so many of the same things.

He said that if I weren't there with him, showing him how meaningful and perfect everything could be when it is sweet and simple, he'd probably be wasting time in a bar just to be around people—having stupid conversations and drinking too much, because that's what he knows. But he has more fun with me, just walking through the park, or cuddled up in bed eating ice cream, or making dinner at home and having a glass of wine, or tangled up having serious conversations, then he does doing the nightlife stuff anymore. That stuff seems hollow—something to fill time with when he needs companionship but doesn't have access to the real thing. That the life we have when we're together feels good and real and healthy, and he's over doing the same old shit and is ready to try something new.

He said he feels like being committed to me, in a way he never has with anyone before, and so that means he's committed to making it work somehow . . . however we can.

So, anyway, that’s what has been on my mind so far today—mostly different shit than a couple days ago. The convo with him was thought-provoking and also enlightening as to his mindset.

About the stuff I was talking about the other day though . . . a weird coincidence happened this morning. So, I’d signed up for a blog mailing list for a guy’s "writing about life" posts that I’d liked one of his posts about relationships a while back. And in my email box today, I got this.

And if you skip to the part on "stage 2," I think basically what I’m struggling with lately is how to move from stage 2 to stage 3. It’s like . . . that guy wrote a thing back in 2015 that perfectly describes the shit I’m going through this week, AND THEN COINCIDENTALLY EMAILED IT TO ME TODAY.

The other really weird coincidence is that it eerily echoes some of the shit Dustin was saying last night, about focus. Like, basically he was saying to me (in different words) that he’s recently discovered the diminishing returns of certain things (casual sex, and beginning to also feel that way about partying) and is ready to stabilize and commit to things that are important to him—the exact same concepts present in that article.

So, like, I got high Monday and was freaking out on Tuesday about shit (that I did not tell Dustin about) and then Dustin tells me on Wednesday some shit that seems tangentially related to the things I did not talk to him about, and then an article shows up in my inbox on Thursday that ties it all together. What is my life even doing to me right now? And what am I to do with all that information? Wheels, turning, turning turning . . .
 
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Oh, and in Rider news, he just told me he's set up an OKC date for this evening after work, some chick who he's been talking to a bunch but he's not sure of how good of a match she'll be because she seems really intense and has kids. But he thinks she's fun to talk to.
 
Rider did not end up going on that date because shortly after I posted that, he found out an old friend of his had committed suicide. They were not super close, but they did have a special connection, and that's the first time he's been through that, so he was pretty shaken up. His date understood the cancellation. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him, but he said he didn't think so. I would have come home instead of staying with Dustin if he needed me, but he said he'd be all right.

My night with Dustin was really good, even though it was bisected by rehearsal. We went to happy hour for the first time in a while and got a drink apiece and split some food. At one point, I was looking into his eyes and feeling just so fucking lucky, and I said so, and he said he feels lucky too, to have found someone so much like him. And I completely lost it laughing, because I have had the exact same thought, and not said it out loud because it sounded conceited, and when he said it out loud, it made it even more true, and it was so meta it was HILARIOUS to me, and he was laughing too, and I explained why it was extra funny, and we just laughed uncontrollably for a little while.

Then we went back to his place and had insanely mind-blowing sex. I absolutely cannot get over how well we fit together. Wednesday, we'd been able to have sex standing up in a park again, face to face in a secluded thicket while the sun set. Last night, in his bed, while he was inside me, we were perfectly forehead to forehead, then mouth to mouth, and all the while, eye to eye. His right eye is dominant and my left one is, so when we look into each other's eyes, there is none of that shifting and re-shifting to make sure we're actually meeting gazes. We just, quite literally, naturally see eye to eye, so we lock there creepily and just fall in. It makes an already intense connection even more so.

Unfortunately, during sex, it became very clear to me that, yes, it is indeed BV that the megadose of antibiotics caused—that telltale cat-food smell was impossible to ignore—so I will be trundling to the minute clinic tomorrow afternoon. :(

But Dustin didn't care, and I got to explain to him about the chemistry of vaginas, which was new information to him. I jokingly referred to "Fancy Feast" and then it became an inside joke for the rest of the night. I love how he and I can just be super matter-of-fact and gross together and then laugh and laugh and laugh about it. There is nothing that is awkward or taboo.

We shared a glass of wine during sex and cuddling, and it was so weird—I had the idea to sip some wine and then dribble it into his mouth with my mouth, and just as I turned to do that without saying it out loud, HE ASKED ME TO. It just keeps being like that.

(Like, Wednesday, he'd mentioned something in the car about my wearing a garter belt for him sometime . . . AND I HAD ONE IN MY BACKPACK. He had no idea, and I'd never brought one over before. It was just another one of those fucking things. Or I'll be pondering being thirsty and what to drink, and, just then, he'll ask me whether we should stop at the store and get something to drink. IT KEEPS HAPPENING. But I digress.)

After we did a bit of post-sex cuddling, he drove me to rehearsal, hanging out at a bar for a couple hours waiting for me (seriously, he goes above and beyond for me). When I got out of rehearsal, he was waiting for me with Vietnamese takeout, which I was not hungry for, but which will be my lunch today. :)

Then we went back to his place and had another glass of wine and tipsily traded stories on his couch. I read him some of my journal entries—both some REALLY old ones from when I was like 12 and 13 years old, and also some excerpts from some of my posts here from our first few times hanging out.

It's kind of funny to me now: with a couple of months of perspective, it is so clear to me that I desperately WANTED this thing with him to be super casual, but I was smitten from the start. I was so focused on what it COULD NOT be that I was a bit blind to what it actually was. I definitely remember a moment pretty early on where I was just like "OK, I cannot say never about anything with this person, clearly, because every time I cede just a little bit of ground to our connection, it becomes a slippery slope to even more, and I'm done lying to myself about it."

He told me some stories of his rock-n-roll debauchery from earlier days, mostly stuff about groupies. I discovered that I was naïve about what groupies actually were. I thought, for some reason, that they were superfans of a particular band and would try to hook up with THAT BAND. But, according to Dustin, there are just contingents of girls in each city who haunt venues and try to sleep with whichever bands come through. He chuckled at my naiveté.

We also spent a while sharing stories about our families and rhapsodizing about possible futures. It was a very tender, close time. But we let it get so very late. When I plugged my phone in and checked the clock, I was disturbed to learn that it was already 2:30! How did that happen. I sighed and went to sleep for far too little time.

When I woke up this morning, I was sleepy and cursing the alarm, but seeing him open his eyes inches from my face flooded me with such happiness and NRE feelings. It just felt like "Hello, I love you! Welcome online, you perfect creature, you." It put me in a good mood for the rest of the morning, even though I've seriously only gotten maybe 20 hours of sleep over the past four nights.

We've been quipping back and forth for a couple of days now that—since we met right after the solstice, and it's the equinox—we've had a whole season together, so now we're "on the second season of Dustin and Reverie." He said he wants to get to at least 160 seasons.

And we also accidentally wrote a tiny little poem based on a conversational misunderstanding. That is to say, it kind of wrote itself. I just polished it up. You can check it out here. The left column is him and the right one is me. :)

ETA: Oh, we also made some tentative plans for Thanksgiving weekend! He's going to be visiting his fam at the same time I'm visiting mine, and they're only a three-hour drive apart. He told his mom about me! :D
 
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It's been a mixed bag of a weekend.

Friday, Dustin picked me up from work at 2:30 and we had a quickie and then we showered and I dressed for my birthday hangout. On the way, we popped by my place and dropped off my bag and picked Rider up. For a while, it was just the three of us, and it went pretty well.

I'd invited about 25 people and I would say more than half came, which is a decent turnout. Dustin left to go see the show with his bestie. I got quite drunk but had a lot of fun. We bar-hopped for a bit and then I stopped into my other friend's 60th and then went home before it got too late. Dustin stopped by my place to give me a kiss after the show. I went to bed with Rider and cuddled up and passed out.

Saturday was hell. I woke up to a hangover (expected) and a somewhat cruel shout-out on Dustin's bestie's public band Facebook page, which really hurt my feelings. It was a longer post, and not by any stretch all about me, but he mentioned me in passing like this:

" . . . All the while listening to one of my all time favorite songwriters. Well, that will make your heart whole. Until, Dustin makes you go walk all around Hollywood, dodging vomit, searching for his married girlfriend . . ."

And I got especially upset because, in the post, Dustin's brother's girlfriend had been mentioned as HIS "wonderful girlfriend." But I'm just Dustin's "married girlfriend." It felt like I'd been suckerpunched and reduced to a punchline. I ended up confronting the guy about it just to get it off my chest, and we ended up actually having a decent conversation and are still friends. I know he only did it for the purpose of making his post more interesting, but it hurt me to be used as a prop by someone I'd thought I was finally becoming friends with.

When I'd wrapped that conversation up, I noticed that my cats were both sick. The kitten was spitting up little puddles of cat spit, and the older one was shivering and eye-boogery and acting weird. Rider and I searched the house high and low and didn't see anything they could have gotten into as far as bad things to eat, and I had to leave to go eat and have a clinic appointment for my BV, so I figured I'd wait it out for a few hours and see if they improved on their own. (Luckily, they did. It seemed to be about a 12-hour bug of some sort.)

Rider and I found a breakfast spot near the clinic. This was the only good part of my entire day. The breakfast was tasty and he and I had fun hanging out.

The minute clinic turned me away, saying an exam was needed to check for that, and sent me to the urgent care—more time wasted, and $70 more expensive. The urgent care told me I had not only BV going on, but also a yeast infection and the beginnings of a UTI. The doctor confirmed that all those things can be caused or exacerbated by mega-doses of antibiotics that wipe out all my "good guys"—which is what I'd suspected. He explained that the probiotics I'd been taking, on their own, aren't usually enough to cure the problem once the infections have taken hold. So I was given THREE prescriptions and advised to keep up with the probiotics to repopulate the good guys.

One of the prescriptions was metronidazole, which is my all-time least favorite because it tastes TERRIBLE even in my mouth for a second, you're not supposed to drink with it, and it always gives me vivid nightmares. Yay. And there went another $45. Rider was incredibly apologetic that all this trouble was stemming from his gonorrhea thing.

Terribly grumpy by this time, when I got home, my entire day basically gone, I ignored the advice not to drink alcohol, and proceeded to get tipsy and prep for our band's show. I was determined to look as cute as possible despite my terrible mood.

I finally got all cuted up and got my bag for Dustin's all packed and helped Rider load the car. The venue was 45 minutes away, and when we were almost there, Perry texted and said that the venue had messed up and double-booked us, so we were not playing that night after all. Of fucking course—par for the course for that terrible day.

I was determined not to drink anymore that night (medication, etc.) and I was grumpy and famished, so when my bandmates decided to all gather at Carrie's place to drink a bunch of beer, I decided to just sit it out. (It's a good thing I did, because they ended up partying till after 4:00 a.m.!) Instead, I went by myself to get nachos, then caught a Lyft to Dustin's. I let myself in, took a shower, and climbed into bed. He texted me telling me he'd be home in a while. I went immediately to sleep. It was only about 11:30.

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(. . . continued from previous)

Dustin woke me up around 2:00. We stayed up for a little while, chatting about how our days/nights had gone. We were asleep by 4:30 and slept till nearly noon. Catching up on so much sleep (since I'd gotten a couple hours before he even came home) was glorious, even if I did have nightmares from the meds.

We stayed in bed for nearly three hours after waking. The doctor told me not to have PIV sex for a few days after starting the medications, so we just rolled around cuddling and making out and doing manual stuff, being sure to keep on the outside of things.

First I got him off, and then we cuddled for a while, and then he was turned on again and wanted to touch me some more. Most of the time, manual stimulation from others is not my favorite thing. I had one ex who was really, really good at it, and Rider can occasionally get me there too, but all things being equal, I'd almost always rather do other stuff. But Dustin is a freaking wizard with his hands! I had an insanely powerful orgasm that released a ton of tension from the previous day that I hadn't even known I was carrying. Both of the times he's gotten me off manually have just been amazing.

Then we cuddled and kissed some more and we almost started to do even more sex things, but we were both starving, so we forced ourselves out of bed. I have never met someone before who it was so hard to get out of bed with. Even in heavy NRE with other people, it was never this bad—there would always come a natural stopping point, be it the guy's orgasm, or it just feeling like it was time. With Dustin, we only stop when we are pushing up against a deadline or dying of hunger, and, even then, we make out in the car at red lights on the way to wherever we're going. It's absurd.

We'd been planning on a hike after breakfast, but we'd stayed in bed too late and it was kind of hot out anyway, so we went to a diner and then went to the beach instead. We had only about an hour and a half at the beach, but we made the most of it. The water was COLD but we got used to it. I hadn't been in the water since moving back West. The water was so much clearer than I remember it being before. I could see all the way down to my feet, which I haven't seen anywhere other than Florida.

I hadn't been in the ocean in the daytime with anyone since Beckett in 2015. Just like then, it was pretty heavenly. Colder, yes, but still very nice. I was trying at first not to get my hair wet, but that was clearly a losing battle, and we laughed our asses off at getting smacked in the face by waves and picking each other's sea-salt boogers. (Gross! But hilarious!)

When we'd had enough of the water, Dustin wrapped me in a towel and suggested a walk down the beach to drip-dry off a bit. We stopped to inspect shells and rocks and a broken sand dollar. We watched little kids playing with super soakers and a guy pushing an ice cream cart. Then we returned to our blanket and lay down.

I'd forgotten how nice it was to lie in the sun, kissing and cuddling, with the bird sounds and crashing of waves and occasional child's laughter in the background. Going to the beach had been a staple of my childhood—my father loved the ocean—and sporadically of other phases in my life, and that feeling of lying peacefully, listening, feeling the sun dry the water to salt crystals on my skin . . . it washed away whatever had been left of the stresses of the day before. Dustin and I lay, listened, kissed, stared at each other, kissed some more. The late afternoon sun filtered through my hair, casting pink and orange on him and lighting up the sunbursts around his pupils. Heaven, heaven, heaven.

And then it was time to go. We'd agreed to meet his brother and girlfriend out for dinner because it was also his brother's birthday (actual birthday, not just weekend). Dinner was meh, but the company was good. We made some slightly more specific plans for the trip we're taking next weekend.

After dinner, Dustin and I went to get frozen custard, and then returned home. He was all wound up from making out all day and really wanted to be inside me, so I acquiesced to anal. I wasn't 100% sure I was in the mood for it because it is a rare, rare occasion for me, but I ended up being really glad I did it (Mexican Dinner, anyone?), because it actually felt really good. I think I'm learning how to really like it on its own merits instead of just something I do because guys like it. He's really, really good at it—at taking it slow, at moving in ways that are comfortable, and also just at fitting me in general. I could almost begin to see it as something that *I* request from time to time, if it's always going to be like that.

After sex, we both promptly passed out in a sugar-and-sex coma, and slept until it was time to get ready for his show. Then he dropped me off at my place.

I was happy to see Rider and my pets! The kitties were well again and acting sweet. The bunnies were adorable. Rider was cute and animated and telling me of his fun adventures. He had the party at Carrie's to tell me about, as well as he'd gone to a WWE event with some of his fan club friends who he shares more than one interest with. He even ended up on TV for a second!

I was hungry again due to the small and lackluster dinner, so Rider and I chipped in on some Indian food. It was FANTASTIC! It turns out it was the same place we love to go but didn't remember the name of. They do everything there so well, and they deliver till late!

We stayed up too late just enjoying each other's company and watched some Adventure Time and then had some sexy time and then went to sleep. I had such vivid nightmares that Rider told me I was talking creepily in my sleep all night, lol.

I got less than 6 hours, punctuated by nightmares, so I'm not in the best shape today. I can feel all the meds fucking with me. I'm hoping that since it's been three days, I'll be clear for sex though.

This morning, despite my haggardness due to lack of sleep, I decided to post a "last day of 35" selfie on Facebook. Freshly showered, with still-wet hair and no makeup and bathroom lighting. It seemed momentous to mark my last day in the 18–35 demographic group, of what I actually look like without "trying." :cool: I got some friends commenting that I look 25 or 26, which was nice of them, if a bit of expected flattery. :rolleyes:

I look a lot different than I did at 25, but I think in some ways for the better. I'm not digging the fine lines and the extra thickness 'round the middle, but I feel like I have better cheekbones and a happier natural countenance now that I've lost some baby fat in my face. :) Overall, I can't complain.

Tonight I celebrate with Dustin. He has something surprise planned for me. I'll be sure to report back here what it is.

Tomorrow is my actual birthday, and I am going on a dinner date with Rider, after which we shall Netflix and chill.

Adios, 35. You've been an interesting one, for sure!
 
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Happy birthday to meeee! (And to my mom—I was born on her 20th!)

So, Dustin's surprise ended up being taking me to Medieval Times! I love dorky ren fair type stuff so this was right up my alley. He got the photo package and VIP seating and everything. It was pretty cool except I did feel bad for the horses. They didn't seem to enjoy having the bits in their mouth. I wish they wouldn't use them.

On the way back, we ended up pulling off a couple of exits early to park on a darkened street and have illicit car sex. We were both so turned on from freeway groping, haha.

Then he took me to the historic hotel bar where we had one of our early dates and we got a couple glasses of wine and watched some jazz. And then we went to one more bar nearby for a cocktail. And then we went back to his place, where we traded foot and calf massages and cuddled and chatted and had more sex.

This morning, he surprised me with flowers and a balloon and a grocery bag full of stuff for me to eat at lunch at work all week. He's so attentive—I mentioned in passing what I like to bring (tofu and edamame), and he remembered and got me that, and then threw in some blueberries and cottage cheese, which he also knows I like, for good measure.

The only thing that sucked about the whole night was that he had a cold sore so we could not kiss. He had a little . . . thing . . . some kind of special tape? . . . over it, and he said he'd taken his meds that make it go away, but it was a bummer not to be able to kiss.

We did have a couple of conversations that are making me think.

One was a two-parter. He'd been telling me recently—Sunday maybe?—about how he tends to destroy everything that he builds, and he's trying to figure out how not to do that anymore. It echoed super closely to the recent posts I've made here. He said he gets . . . I forget his wording. Bored or sick of things or something like that. Anyway. So his having said that prompted me to say something last night.

He said something about wanting to build things with me and make it work forever and—I swear I was not trying to pick a fight or be contrary, it was just what popped into my mind, seeded by the previous conversation—I said something like, "what if you get bored with me and want to burn it down?" And I felt so innocent and vulnerable saying it, like a little child asking their dad something. It was weird.

And instead of getting upset with me, he looked at me lovingly and said, "I won't ever get bored with you." And I said, "But it happens to me too, and I always think I won't, but then I do, so how do you know? What happens when you find out everything there is to know about me and have explored every corner and nothing is new anymore?"

And his eyes sparkled in a way that I don't think I have ever seen them do, and he said, "You chase change and learning. You're always trying to improve and learn and do new things. When something settles into a status quo, you're not happy and need to shake it up. You'll never be boring to me. We can do that together."

And I felt this thing in my heart. It felt like hope and relief and some other indescribable thing.

It felt like the very thing that I've been struggling with, within myself, is something that he sees without my having to tell him, and he loves me more for it. Whoa.

The other conversation was on our way home, and I was joking around about I don't even remember what, but it was something about how XYZ thing we do will keep happening over and over at little intervals forever, and he was like, "Oh yeah?" and I joked, "Well, unless we break up for a minute—then it'll stop for that length of time till we come to our senses and get back together again."

And as we got in the car, he paused, and then he said, "Well, not long ago, I was thinking of taking a break. But obviously after this week, I've totally changed my mind and it's the furthest thing from my mind."

And my blood ran cold. I've heard that saying before, but I don't think I knew exactly what it meant. It felt like my heart was frozen and shooting frost into my veins, crackling down through all the capillaries.

He saw the look on my face, and he said, "I told you that. Don't you remember?" And I didn't. But I might have been drunk or something.

He said, "When I'm with you, it's the best thing in the world. But when we're not together, I wonder WTF I am even doing and why am I putting myself through this" (OK, I did remember that part) "and I was thinking of just taking a break. To see what it feels like. But don't worry, baby, I'm not anymore."

And I guess I had heard him but maybe not all of it or not realized he was serious or blocked it out or something? But it just sounded like the worst idea to me.

And I had told him Sunday as he was driving me home, that it used to feel sometimes like when we met up after an absence, that he'd put a bit of a wall up that took a little while to come down, but the past few times I hadn't felt it. He hadn't said much of anything at the time, but I guess it had been true: there had been a wall, but there wasn't anymore.

After that conversation, it had taken a few minutes for the ice to crack off of my heart and melt, and for the little crystals to dissolve back into the warmth of my bloodstream. But they did. By the time we were back at his place they were totally gone.

I don't know what to make of any or all of this. I'm just going to live it and see what happens.
 
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Got a word for ya. That bored feeling? Restless. When I feel it, that's what it is to me. A restlessness.

However, personally, it doesn't necessarily make me want to shake things up at home, it usually makes me want to travel and maybe meet some new friends. Like I just gotta change the scenery up or I'm going to freak out.

Oh, and there have been times when the backdoor stuff was no fun, usually when guys are just too big for it, but something I've found is if you've got a Hitachi or something like it, and you do that at the same time? Wowza! That's good stuff. If you haven't...try it. ;)
 
Got a word for ya. That bored feeling? Restless. When I feel it, that's what it is to me. A restlessness.

However, personally, it doesn't necessarily make me want to shake things up at home, it usually makes me want to travel and maybe meet some new friends. Like I just gotta change the scenery up or I'm going to freak out.

Wow, that is so the perfect word! Because I was pondering the other day how I am actually almost never specifically bored—I'm always too damned busy and have 10 other things I could even be doing or even just pondering!—but I do easily get existentially life-bored. And I was wondering how to square the two, and that's exactly it: one (boredom) I almost never experience, and the other (restlessness), I experience easily. My mom always says to me "you have that wanderlust, just like your father."

Oh, and there have been times when the backdoor stuff was no fun, usually when guys are just too big for it, but something I've found is if you've got a Hitachi or something like it, and you do that at the same time? Wowza! That's good stuff. If you haven't...try it. ;)

Yeah, it's been largely (har-har) a size issue. For some reason, luck of the draw or whatever, I've mostly ended up with larger guys, and I can usually only make that happen with the ones on the smaller end of the scale.

As for vibrators, I don't get along with them super well. I am sooooo sensitive that unless it's one of the tiny bullet ones or super weak, it feels almost painful at first and then goes straight to numbness, like it burned out my nerve endings or something, and I can only feel a buzzing sensation and nothing sexy. I very much rely on either the kind of spread out pressure that, say, grinding on someone produces, or slow, light touches with some finesse, rather than intense, focused sensations.

I have tried a bullet out before for sex from behind, but I mostly just found it distracting. It'd be worth a revisit, though.
 
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The rest of my birthday was OK. It had its high points, but also its lows.

I got home from work, hoping to have a disco nap, but was instead compelled to clean because Rider lets the house fall into disarray when I am gone. The bunny box needed emptying (my fault for being gone, since I am usually the one to do it) but the trash also stunk and there were takeout containers on the counters, which I hate because it draws bugs from the alley out back. Luckily I didn't see any.

So I cleaned the kitchen and did the bunny box and took the trash and recycling out. Rider came home as I was coming back up the walk with the freshly rinsed bunny box (I wash it outside) and seemed surprised that I was doing that. "Well, the house was stinky when I got home, so I figured it was time," I said, and I went back in and finished cleaning. When he went inside, he agreed that it was stinky. He fed the cats.

"At least it looks a little better in here now, though," I said.

"Looks?" he asked, confused. He totally didn't even see that I'd cleaned the entire kitchen and everything in the living room besides his pot-smoking accoutrements, which I didn't know where he wanted them. It's so weird to me how dirt and mess is invisible to him—and therefore so are their opposites.

I gestured around. "I cleaned up," I said. I was feeling slightly annoyed at this.

"Ohhh," he said, looking a little guilty. "I cleaned up some last night too. So at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been..." He cracked a beer and sat down while I swept the floors.

"Maybe I should have a drink too," I said, heading for the kitchen.

"Wait, I have a present for you!"

It was two bottles of my favorite wine, which was very sweet. But I wasn't ready to drink it yet since it was super warm in the house and it is a bold red wine, so I decided to use a bottle of the bubbly a friend had given me on Friday to invent a mimosa-like drink I named "Morning Lei"—champagne, pineapple juice, and a single drop of rosewater. Rider saw what I was up to, gulped his beer quickly, and wanted in on it, so I used the oversized wine glasses and poured half a bottle into each.

He and I were standing around the kitchen chatting, sharing stories, and I was trying to let my annoyance about the domestic stuff dissipate and not ruin my birthday mood. I was thinking how nice it was to just be hanging out with him, standing around like we were at a party. Suddenly he said, "Is there any more of that pineapple juice left?" and I realized he'd drained his glass already! I'd barely consumed a quarter of mine!

"Um, no, and that was the last of the champagne, too. You saw me put the entire bottle into those glasses! How on earth did you drink half a bottle of champagne that fast? I've barely touched mine!"

"I guess I just really like pineapple. I can help you drink yours, if you want!" he said, with a boyish half-smile. Aaaand I was annoyed again.

"Try, and you'll draw back a stump!" I half-joked. He cracked another beer instead. All right. We're up to basically four drinks and haven't even left for dinner yet. WTF is going on here? But I really did not want to get critical out loud at that particular moment.

When I finished my glass, we called the Lyft and went to dinner. Rider wanted to know if I could take and post some pictures of us together. I told him I'd already created a special album that Dustin and his pot-stirring bandmates cannot see, with that very purpose in mind. Rider said that his brother had texted him, concerned about things because I'd been posting pics with Dustin, and he wanted to show him some balance, that we, too, do fun things. He seemed pleased that I'd already created the album. He said that he'd defended the situation to his brother and explained that he, himself, currently has dates lined up with two women in the next couple weeks.

Dinner was delicious. My annoyance faded away before the food even arrived. I was sporadically checking my messages and Facebook to receive my birthday greetings and respond to people in a timely manner. I was so happy about all the love people were pouring onto me. Dustin texted me at some point to ask "how's the birthday girl doing?" and I texted him back when Rider went to the bathroom.

Then Rider and I got in a Lyft and headed home. Rider pulled out his phone and started Facebooking, so I took a moment to check my texts, saw one from Dustin asking how dinner had been, and I responded that it was so good and that I'd take him there sometime. Rider hastily put his phone away and shot me A Look. I finished my text and put my phone away too.

When we got in the house, my on-and-off annoyance finally bubbled over. "What was that look for?" I asked, exasperated. "You were on your phone too. I thought it was 'phone time.'"

"I realized I shouldn't be on it and put it away!" he said.

"So I should put mine away at the exact moment you put yours away, just because you've decided it's time? I was finishing a message! It was like two sentences long!"

"I just want you to be with me, when you're with me. I worry that you were texting Dustin all evening instead of paying attention to me, and when you're with him, you never even see my messages for hours!"

I said, "I've sent him exactly two messages since we've been hanging out, and that was the second one. That is nothing to give me dirty looks about."

We talked for a while, and it turned out that he was assuming that every time during the evening that I was on my phone, I was texting with Dustin. But really, I was just, like, interacting with my friends and family because they were texting me because it was my freaking birthday. Like I've done every other year on my birthday, and like he does on his.

I also dug down a little into the comment about my not seeing his messages for hours when I'm with Dustin. I had previously offered to him that I could take some time out when I'm with Dustin to call or text with him, and he'd always said it was unnecessary. He also knows that if it's important, he can CALL me (I have him set to be able to ring through even if my ringer's off) or even call Dustin (they've exchanged numbers).

But Rider's a bigger "phone guy" than Dustin is, so Rider and I tend to each do the "face in phone for a while" thing sometimes when we're hanging out. Mutually browsing Facebook, and sometimes sharing with each other the stuff we see on there, is a thing that we do. Whereas when I'm hanging out with Dustin, I tend to just stick the phone on the charger and forget it because he is almost never on his, so for me to be on mine a bunch would be rude.

So I wasn't really sure what to make of this corner of things. I'm willing to make some time that I'm hanging with Rider "airplane mode time" for sure—but not all the time. I get that since now my Rider time is less "quantity" he wants it to be more "quality," but keeping in touch with people other than just my dudes is important to me too, and I have to take some time out for myself sometimes to browse the internet. Having an additional partner does not make me a different person, and the person I am loves the internet—always has! And just because I'm sleeping at home and in proximity with Rider does not mean that all that time is "his time"; some of it is still mine, just my "home time," like it would be if we did not live together . . . some nights I'd just be at my own home, doing whatever it is that I do.

We talked through it, and he again told me that he does not need me to carve out a block of time when I'm at Dustin's to message with him.

And then the truth came out: it turns out he was just projecting really hard. He was thinking back to when he was with Claire and had crazy NRE with me, how he could not focus on her easily and was always wishing he was with me, no matter whether he was with her or not. He said he was never exactly wishing to be AWAY from her—he did have a good time with her—but he was always wishing to be with me, and since she was DADT, that necessarily would mean being with me instead, rather than in addition to. He said he was always slipping off to text me and she noticed and was upset about it, and now he felt like the "her" in that situation.

Except it's not like that. And I explained that to him. I told him I'm not surreptitiously or openly texting Dustin all the time. There'll be a 10-minute window sometimes when Dustin is available to text, and I do it openly then, but then I resume my life of being present with Rider. I do like to take advantage of those windows when they come, but it's not those windows PLUS a ton of other time that Rider doesn't see. Dustin is not much of a phone person, so those windows are all I get. Rider looked relieved.

"I guess I shouldn't have assumed the worst," he said. "And also I shouldn't be letting my bad behavior in the past color my perception of your behavior in the present."

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And so things felt resolved after that. I'd been wondering for a long time why Rider never seemed to believe me anymore when I told him I truly did enjoy hanging out with him and I was not all distracted by Dustin when we were together. Because it'd come up before, and I'd said the reassuring things, but he would refuse to believe me. And I was getting a little exasperated that I was telling him something that was the truth, but it kept being clear that he thought I was just giving him lip service—what else can I tell him if not the truth, and what demonstrations does he need from me before he'll believe me. Turns out it was all tied to his own retroactive guilt about how he'd treated his ex. :rolleyes:

That conversation over, we cracked open one of the bottles of wine he'd brought me and took our glasses into the bedroom to have sex. It was good sex. But I was sooooo tired that after it was over I fell asleep immediately. I did not take my contacts out. I did not call Dustin (though I'd told him I would). I did not brush my teeth. I did not get under the blankets. I did not even set an alarm!

Luckily for me, Dustin understood about the missed call, the wine brushed out of my teeth easily in the morning, Rider covered me with blankets, and I woke up only five minutes after my alarm would have gone off. The only thing that was sad were my eyeballs, so I'm wearing glasses today. :cool:

Now I have two nights with Dustin, to make up for not getting much time at all with him this coming weekend. Rider and I have tickets to a festival, and we are staying at a hotel Friday and Saturday nights, coming home rather late on Sunday. I'm planning to try to meet up with Dustin when I'm back in town, for a super-late overnight. So technically it'll be four overnights with Dustin this week, but there won't a lot of real quality time together because he plays tonight and Sunday night, and we don't get to sleep in together at all this weekend. I'm hoping the extra sleep-time will stave off some of the feeling of lack.

However, I have recently discovered an additional drawback to splitting time between apartments: the boys always eat all the leftovers while I'm at the other place! :p
 
I just got out of a meeting in which a bunch of one of my bosses' work got dumped on my lap (with a short deadline) because he's leaving town at the end of the week and he's behind and it needs to get done. I guess my night with Dustin is going to involve laptop time. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Also, I think I lost my $100 earbuds that were an office xmas present a few years ago.

I hope today gets better.
 
Last night at the hippie event Dustin was playing, there was free alcoholic kombucha. I stupidly assumed it was probably about the same ABV as a cider or something, so I had two and a half. I got accidentally drunk!

There was no working on my laptop on his couch. I dropped our baguette twice (thankfully still in its sleeve) and cut my finger slicing it. I spilled Dustin's wine on the bed. Neither of us could achieve orgasm, and we passed out with the lights on. What a mess!

I looked it up today, and that stuff was 7%! Whoops. I guess now I know—beware accepting strange drinks from hippies on a work night!
 
Quick thought regarding the whole "I say the right reassurances to Rider, but it doesn't seem to always work"... I think that's a disconnect of heart and mind. Like he gets it and believes you in his head, but his heart is still feeling stuff. Feelings don't always make any sense, or bend to what our logic brains tell them. So it comes off that maybe he doesn't trust what you're saying, since he's still expressing troubled feelings, which you had hoped to lay to rest. You reassured his mind, but his heart might need a bit of time, or something else.

Sometimes it's all you can do to just be close and understanding and wait it out. Sometimes dialing up the love language communication or something can help. Sometimes the whole thing is a mystery.

But I'm happy for you that you've got a partner who is wise and reasonable enough to do some soul searching and look for the other possible reasons he feels what he feels, instead of insisting it's your fault for doing something wrong and making him feel an unpleasant thing.
 
Last night was great—but with a splash of unexpected (and frankly kind of hilarious) physical pain.

Dustin picked me up from work, and we were finally going on that hike he'd been meaning to take me on forever, the one he'd said is a great workout and would kick my ass. I'd had my doubts about how rough it would actually be on me, and I was right. He's been working on quitting smoking, but he isn't quite there yet, so his perspective is a bit different from mine. But it was a beautiful hike, and I did break a sweat and get the the heart rate up.

There was one particular plant—some kind of flowering shrub—that just smelled amazing, and neither of us knew what it was. I picked a little and put it in my bag, but it really deteriorated since then, so I suppose I won't know until I go back. We got a little obsessed with it, pointing it out whenever we noticed it.

Eventually we reached our destination, a cool rock formation with stunning views of the city, the mountains, and the ocean. The sun was starting to set, and we were the only hikers we'd seen in a while—everyone else had been headed back and we'd passed the last one a while ago. It was just us and the sound of the wind and birds and the beautiful view. We kissed a little but did not get as super makeouty as usual. I think we were both just in awe of the nature.

Of course, since the sun had just set, it started to get darker. Eventually it was full dark—well, like half-moon dark. And we made it alllllll the way down the mountain, and allllll the way through the nature, with a little slipping and sliding but no falling. And then, at the very end, when the parking lot was in sight . . . they’d slung a low chain across the path, and it fucking clotheslined both of us.

We busted our collective ass, and rolled around on the ground like roly polys for a few minutes. Nothing was sprained or broken, thankfully. But we are both going to have MONSTER bruises on our shins, and something also hit my thigh on the way down, not sure if it was the chain again or what, so I'll be bruised there too.

I just started laughing my ass off, just lying there in the dirt cackling, when I realized what had happened, and after I realized we were both OK. It would figure that we made it all the way through treacherous nature and it was the return of civilization that did us in. :rolleyes:

We are both sooooo bruised. Thankfully there’s no, like, EVENT coming up that I have to look nice for and wear a dress or whatever.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We shopped for stuff for dinner, I cooked, and we talked to his brother and gf to nail down a bit more of our plan for next weekend. Then we took a shower and traded foot and calf rubs, and cuddled and talked and had a bunch of really good sex.

And we had a ton of great conversation, as always.

He said that after seeing how well I did on the hike and how I was intrepid even after darkness, he'd love to go on a backpacking trip with me. He's been on a 10-day trip before up north. We wouldn't go for so long, but I'd love to do that. That shit is right up my alley. I actually took a backpacking course in college that involved trips with night-hiking, and I backpacked around Costa Rica for five weeks during one summer break in grad school.

I haven't done much of it recently because Rider is kind of a housecat—I can drag him out for a hike every once in a while, and he does enjoy it when he goes—but he and the great outdoors are not the greatest of friends. But it's cool to think that one of the perks of poly is having someone to do shit like that who is equally as into it as I am and has actually done it before even meeting me.

As we were lying around rubbing each other, Dustin had put on a playlist that he said was a lot of his favorite songs. He said that for the first time, he suddenly really understood what they were talking about. Most of them seemed to be mellow, older love songs. He said he'd always just assumed they were fairy tales or exaggerations—when he wrote stuff like that, it always was—but now he realized how much truth might lie behind them. "It only took me half my life," he said, "but then, I've always been a late bloomer. It's something about you, our chemistry, or maybe just timing . . ."

He said it had been one of the best days of his life: going out and doing something good for us in nature, then being domestic and family-like with eating in and planning with his brother, then showering together and soaping each other all up, then this moment of just cuddling and rubbing and loving and talking. "Plus," he said, "we have the best sex I've ever had in my life . . . and I'm a DOG!" We both started giggling. "No, really," he said, "I've been a lot of places and done a lot of shit, and none of it comes close to you."

Of course, talking about sex LED TO sex, and I discovered a new sex sensation that had never happened before, where the sex itself felt so good that it was making my nipples super hard and sensitive, but the motion (I was on my back) was a particular rhythm that it was making my tits, like, jiggle, I guess? And the jiggling felt crazy good to the super-sensitivity of the nipples. It was like I was being caressed by PHYSICS, haha! Always learning new things . . .
 
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He said that after seeing how well I did on the hike and how I was intrepid even after darkness, he'd love to go on a backpacking trip with me. He's been on a 10-day trip before up north. We wouldn't go for so long, but I'd love to do that. That shit is right up my alley. I actually took a backpacking course in college that involved trips with night-hiking, and I backpacked around Costa Rica for five weeks during one summer break in grad school

Something that might make this a lot easier with the scheduling constraints you two have is that the Angeles Forest has a lot of opportunities for backpacking, most of which aren't much further than an hour from downtown on decent traffic days. The most common backpacking destinations are the trailcamps scattered throughout the forest. The camps are usually 3-4 miles from the trailhead and tend to have a vault toilet, tables and fire rings which is really nice for autumn/winter camping. Most of them have water nearby but you'll have to treat or filter it for drinking. However if you don't mind carrying water, there's also a ton of places you can just backpack to and set up camp. The high country camps become far less accessible after the snow falls but many of the front country camps are accessible year round. Other than the forest website and people's online trip reviews the best source of info I've found on all this is Tom Harrison's maps- Angeles Front Country and Angeles High Country.

All that said, I hope you do get a chance to go backpacking with Dustin because it's an amazing way to spend time with a partner. :)
 
Something that might make this a lot easier with the scheduling constraints you two have is that the Angeles Forest has a lot of opportunities for backpacking, most of which aren't much further than an hour from downtown on decent traffic days. The most common backpacking destinations are the trailcamps scattered throughout the forest. The camps are usually 3-4 miles from the trailhead and tend to have a vault toilet, tables and fire rings which is really nice for autumn/winter camping. Most of them have water nearby but you'll have to treat or filter it for drinking. However if you don't mind carrying water, there's also a ton of places you can just backpack to and set up camp. The high country camps become far less accessible after the snow falls but many of the front country camps are accessible year round. Other than the forest website and people's online trip reviews the best source of info I've found on all this is Tom Harrison's maps- Angeles Front Country and Angeles High Country.

All that said, I hope you do get a chance to go backpacking with Dustin because it's an amazing way to spend time with a partner. :)

Thank you so much for the suggestions! I will definitely bring them up to him! :)
 
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