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Anjelle
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Thursday, November 06, 2008
It's The Way You Are

Pardon my absence yesterday, but I was sick. Fever, headache, congestion... Oh, the joy. And it got worse if I stood up. I'm still not feeling fantastic today, but I'm well enough to be at work.

I got to K's house on Tuesday night, and he played Daddy. Wrapped me up in a blanket and snuggled me on the couch. Watched shows with me. Brought me hot drinks. Tucked me in to bed.

He's good at that.

In the morning, when I still wasn't feeling well, I looked to him. I was ready to leave for work, but I wanted to stay and sleep. He gave his permission, I called in, and he tucked me in once more. He's good for snuggling. He's good for a lot of things.

I woke up in the afternoon. K and I did more snuggling, had dinner, and I headed home to go back to sleep.

Somewhere in that time, I checked my phone to find a message from D. He had already talked to the sitter, and I could sleep in the next morning instead of waking up at 6, when he drops off our son.

Am I too terribly spoiled? Rotten. I'm just so damned lucky!


Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Blood

I suppose I could post this on The Other Side, but it's not really about sex. So, instead, I'll just start off with a warning; My more squeamish readers should skip this one.

 

I have a fascination with blood.

Yesterday, I went to my regular checkup, and I made sure to request the full spectrum of STI testing. That means having blood drawn for HIV and Hep tests, among other things. I really love having blood drawn. The way that first spurt hits the vial, and then it quickly fills, in a tumultuous wave... It's gorgeous.

Then last night, I was talking to a lady over dinner. She mentioned once or twice her own interest in blood. She wants to taste it. I couldn't help but to develop a bit of a crush on her in that moment.

One of the most deeply touching and romantically erotic things that anyone has ever done with me was to taste my blood. A small needle -- of the sort that diabetics use to prick their skin for testing -- was brought out. It pierced the mound of flesh under my thumb, and a bright bead formed. Lips surrounded that tiny showing of my inner self, and it was carried away to become part of another.

Can there be anything more intimate than that?


Monday, November 03, 2008
Book Store

On Sunday, I made a much needed trip to the book store. I didn't really have a book in mind, sometimes I just need to browse.

My favorite section is the metaphysical/other spiritual area. I peek at the Tarot cards in stock. Flip through a book on Palmistry. Roll my eyes at various spellbooks. (Really, who needs 200 pages of love spells?)

On this particular day, I picked up a book on trees and, I suppose, tree magic. I was flipping through it when I felt a tickle on my arm. Looking down, I giggled. A well-spotted ladybug had landed. I watched the beetle crawl it's way toward my hand before it flew up and away. I'm sure other patrons found my giggling and staring at the ceiling rather odd. But who cares!

I bought the book.

I also bought two gifts. I can't say what they are, as they will be going to two individuals that read this blog.

Books make me happy. Sitting on the floor of the book store -- brushing my fingers along the spines of new books, or flipping through something interesting -- it makes me feel good. Healthy. Alive.

I clung to my purchases as if someone might see the title in my hand and take it away. I held the book close to me as I wandered through the store. A precious thing. Mine.


Sunday, November 02, 2008
Trouble Me

10000 Maniacs

Lyrics to Trouble Me :
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.

Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling;
there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.

Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.

Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me.

It's not much trouble, really. It's easier together.


Friday, October 31, 2008
Gypsy Day!

I jingle today.

No hip scarf, though.

And my green leather vest is too big now.

But...

I get to wear about half my jewelry all at once! Including the shell disc earrings that are almost as big as my head. (I call them my goddess earrings.)


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