Definitely been warm. Cooler then past couple of years. But still hotter than 2011.I'm tired, party people.
I'm tired of this heat, for one thing. Started researching northern communities yesterday—I doubt I want to move out to the boondocks lock, stock, and barrel*, but I could see renting a place up somewhere for the hottest part of the summer. Seems I really can't abide sustained temps above 25ºC.
Come to Langley. Everywhere has ac now. All new condos, townhomes and houses have central air.The lack of central air in all the places I live doesn't help. This city had a different climate when I moved here; most of it ain't designed for the heat. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I feel like you could write an article on dating. You seem to find lots of available and interested poly folks. Definitely not my experience.But what I'm really tired of is fixating on relationships. I would like to get comfy just being single for a while, but I keep feeling my attention drawn to dating, of one kind of another. I would like to put my energy into myself. Exercise. Hobbies. Writing. Taking up the guitar again. Hell, watching movies and writing letterboxd reviews of them; any sort of creative expression!
Feels like dating and intimacy and sex and kink and etc.—whether I have those things or not—have been the main focus of my life for years, and I'm just tired of it.
Of course I want all that stuff, and sure I'll have it again eventually, just want to spend less mental bandwidth on it for a while.
I keep meaning to get you that poly discord group, I admit, I have a bit of hesitation since this space is my private dwelling where my group doesn't know it exists. It lets me express my thoughts safely since there isn't overlap. I have a lot of travel coming up, might see an invite link shortly.
Congrats. Healthy but sad. I have done this in the past. And had it done to meI'm not sure how to do that.
I wrote a post about this yesterday and deleted it because I didn't actually want to share, but fuck it: I stopped being friends with Maple, because I finally reached the point where I could admit to myself that "being friends" was not just being friends, but also clinging to a relationship I did not want to end in the first place.
Love boondog saints. Haha haven't watched it in eons.*I don't know where I come up with these cliches, but those words remind me of The Boondock Saints and Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, two movies I loved when I was a young adult. Boondock Saints is basically un-fucking-watchable to me now; I wonder how Guy Ritchie's caper flick holds up?