In the night.

[sweet_hedonia]

I went for a three hour walk tonight. Something in me needs the night, to be out in it. I crave the feel of it on my skin, so unlike flesh with its heat and roughness and need, yet no less arousing to the senses. It is cool and silken, teasing out a desire to lay bare ever more skin to its caresses. Indeed all the senses seem more acute, the

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[old_cutter_john]

Pleased to meet you!

[adawnrae]

Discovered my old journal, did you? My writing periodically becomes a bit florid, heh.

[old_cutter_john]

When you applied for membership in the asperger community as adawnrae, I recognized that you were the same person as sweet_hedonia. One develops a certain talent for these things: it's part of the job. And to the best of my recollection, I added sweet_hedonia to my friends list at the same time as I added adawnrae. I went back through this journal today to get a feel for the history. This post isn't part of the history. Florid or not, it's you. And I really am pleased to meet you.

[sweet_hedonia]

Well, then, I am pleased to be met.