Shh! Mustn't say the "V" word!
I am so sickeningly smitten. I'm trying to be serene about it, I mean, gods... a year ago I'd have sneered at someone so overtly gleeful.
Bah. To the nine hells with stoicism, I'm no good at it.
I had a wonderful weekend, complete with the company of great friends, ballroom dancing, thoughtful gifts and . Ok, I know I'm trashy for this, but DAMN this boy is good. It's beyond sex, but not the syrupy, stomach-churning sweetness of taudry romance novel fame. It's definitely a religious experience to share a bed with Bert, but it's not wispy or ethereal or fleeting like spiritual peace. It's tangible heaven... sensations I couldn't imagine desiring, yet passionate and hard and hungry and clawing and demanding and all those temporal indugences that makes a paradise of our frail flesh. Indescribable. Just totally awash in each other. I can say honestly that I have known no greater content. A perfect mingling of love and lust. SKEET. SKEET. SKEET. Do not click on the link if you're lonely. I am trying very hard not to rub anyone's nose in my rediculously good and probably undeserved fortune.
The formal was great fun. I <3 tuxedos. I have pictures. Ask, and ye shall receive.
I'd wish everyone a blissful lover's day, but if you were going to have one, then you'd do so without my wishing you one, because you have a fun/romantic day planned and chances are you wouldn't read this beforehand anyway. That and it just makes single people feel badly. Pretend it doesn't bother you... Any decent friend will have the heart not to call you on it.
Besides... when you think about it, it's a bit macabre to celebrate the day a dissident priest was beheaded.
So... moving on then.
*channels the Bard*
Would that Joshua were here. He makes for home in a fortnight, but I yearn for my brother's closeness and it seems forever. Blessed Apollo, grant his feet swiftness and make his burden light in these last grueling days. Daddy, I want an Oopma Loompa NOW!
I think tonight Bert and I will stay in and get smashed... (charming, huh?) Maybe I can convince him that we need to break into that bottle of single barrel Jack he got for his birthday. *steeples his fingers* Yes.
Mmm... boozy.
Bah. To the nine hells with stoicism, I'm no good at it.
I had a wonderful weekend, complete with the company of great friends, ballroom dancing, thoughtful gifts and . Ok, I know I'm trashy for this, but DAMN this boy is good. It's beyond sex, but not the syrupy, stomach-churning sweetness of taudry romance novel fame. It's definitely a religious experience to share a bed with Bert, but it's not wispy or ethereal or fleeting like spiritual peace. It's tangible heaven... sensations I couldn't imagine desiring, yet passionate and hard and hungry and clawing and demanding and all those temporal indugences that makes a paradise of our frail flesh. Indescribable. Just totally awash in each other. I can say honestly that I have known no greater content. A perfect mingling of love and lust. SKEET. SKEET. SKEET. Do not click on the link if you're lonely. I am trying very hard not to rub anyone's nose in my rediculously good and probably undeserved fortune.
The formal was great fun. I <3 tuxedos. I have pictures. Ask, and ye shall receive.
I'd wish everyone a blissful lover's day, but if you were going to have one, then you'd do so without my wishing you one, because you have a fun/romantic day planned and chances are you wouldn't read this beforehand anyway. That and it just makes single people feel badly. Pretend it doesn't bother you... Any decent friend will have the heart not to call you on it.
Besides... when you think about it, it's a bit macabre to celebrate the day a dissident priest was beheaded.
So... moving on then.
*channels the Bard*
Would that Joshua were here. He makes for home in a fortnight, but I yearn for my brother's closeness and it seems forever. Blessed Apollo, grant his feet swiftness and make his burden light in these last grueling days. Daddy, I want an Oopma Loompa NOW!
I think tonight Bert and I will stay in and get smashed... (charming, huh?) Maybe I can convince him that we need to break into that bottle of single barrel Jack he got for his birthday. *steeples his fingers* Yes.
Mmm... boozy.