Which is perhaps a way of saying that the lovely little sprite that I'd lived with before I met my former wife often had bruises on her wrists that could be easily mistaken for signs of very bad things. Sometimes, I would tear her clothing from her. Sometimes, her skin would be an angry, hot red.
Right now, my intimate life is very gentle and quiet. Too much turmoil from the past. I don't need to push the limits of the experience, to constantly hunt for what more is there right now. I need to enjoy the body and its pleasures in their simplest and least adorned forms.
I think that sometimes my lover would like me to do more, to restrain, to challenge. To mark my territory. She does not push, not even gently, but I know. And I look to regain that drive again, that desire and need to find out how far things can or should go.
Your... homelife is not something you talk about very much, and I wonder why.
To me, it seems like the everyday things that happen with living and loving /are/ most of life. You talk about work and being a guardian and sometimes about sex and practicing with poi. I know you used to be married and... she had children? I never heard you say anything about them.
Partially, there's not much about my home life in my journal because I realize there are a lot of people who read this that I don't necessarily trust enough to know too much about me. At heart, I'm still a very private person in many ways. What I do at work or at festivals are things that I do very much around other people that aren't in the inner circle of my life. So even though I'll type my own inner thoughts about things that happen in my 'public' life, these things are still 'public
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Even if I didn't have to worry about people reading it that have ties to that past, I wouldn't mention how Kathleen and I used to play, and how Jane and I are pretty vanilla right now. I wouldn't talk about how I feel waking up with her, about how she fits right into the curve of my arm when she sleeps. I wouldn't tell everyone about how the arrival of her period is both an a minor annoyance to us, as well as a relief that the tenacity of life didn't overcome our precautions.
Only certain people will ever see the inside of my life. It's just the way with me.Not so with me
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Right now, my intimate life is very gentle and quiet. Too much turmoil from the past. I don't need to push the limits of the experience, to constantly hunt for what more is there right now. I need to enjoy the body and its pleasures in their simplest and least adorned forms.
I think that sometimes my lover would like me to do more, to restrain, to challenge. To mark my territory. She does not push, not even gently, but I know. And I look to regain that drive again, that desire and need to find out how far things can or should go.
Some day. I hope soon. I miss it, too.
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is not something you talk about very much, and I wonder why.
To me, it seems like the everyday things that happen with living and loving /are/ most of life. You talk about work and being a guardian and sometimes about sex and practicing with poi.
I know you used to be married and... she had children? I never heard you say anything about them.
So strange to me.
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Only certain people will ever see the inside of my life. It's just the way with me.Not so with me ( ... )
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