Hurts - inside. Physically.
Emotionally I'm crying a lil. Just struck by the memory of sitting up in the middle of the night and someone missing me in bed. I want a warm body to curl up with. DiFranco is perched over me on the comforters purring in that lil half purr half meow he does trying to sort out why I am not sitting still enough for him to sleep on. I had a really nice vid/talk visit w/ Moik overseas. I've accepted the invitation to go salsa dancing next weekend & I am eyeing flights to New Orleans - least to bring him to me to find out the possibility.
& yet I feel very very alone right now. not lonely - wanting company. Just alone feeling it, taking it out & trying it on like an old pair of jeans that I forgot to wash so they slide on like an old lover hugging my curves, caressing my flesh.
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You can go to New Orleans not the other way around. That way if unknown weirdo behavior rears its ugly head you can go kick it with Junior. Sweet Jesus, I sound like my mom.
You don't sound like your mom, you sound like me. A safe sane and consensual me. Because if you were in my shoes that is exactly what I would be saying to you.
Thank you
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