It's not possession, it's celebration.
We held hands during the spinal twist, at the close of our yoga class. Laying on the ground, twisting in opposite directions, eyes contacted for a length of time. Slow fade to eyes closed, deep breathing. Exchange of energy.
I am rarely so happy as that moment.
In other news, I've commited to abstinance from both sex and alcohol.
3 June 2004
Got to Vienna last night. The flight was only 1:45 long, but on our way in to land, the plane suddenly jumped back into the air. (Think 30 degrees nose down to 60 degrees nose up) It scared the shit out of me because the psharp maneuvar meant there was immediate danger to the plane or the pilots missed their gateway. Turns out the plane in front of us slowed down too much, and we would have crashed into them on the runway had we continued. So, we ended up circling another 10 minutes and then landing as normal. Which is awesome because Mark missed his train to meet us at the Flughafen, and ended up arriving a couple of minutes after us.
Flash forward (Fast) to Mark's apartment. Feels great to have a shower available. Feels great to have a large bed again. Feels great to finally sleep next to Mark. Mark and my relationship a year ago was predominantly sexual. Over the past year, with over 7,000 miles between us (someone check that fact?), our conversations have shown me a deeper side to Mark that I enjoy, more than the outer facade I know. Mark is excellent in bed, and that makes me attracted to him, but I feel a need to actually *gasp* date him now. Which is cool, because he comes back to Phoenix in August.
The problem right now, though, is rge boyfriend. Mark is dating a cute Iranian/Austrian/American boy named Heckie. Heckie is quite the catch, dj, rich, cute, educated, worldly. Heckie and Mark have decided to be monogomous. That leaves Doug out of the penetration picture, much to my chagrin. I will be patient, and settle for acts that American culture does not count as sex! Hehehehe! -Ende
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Cont - Now at Villa. Went shopping (again). Words can't describe my addiction. I'm going to be able to throw all of my old clothes out. Amy and Heckie don't get along well. For that matter, I don't either. Case in point, we were at the New York, where of course I found more clothes, duh, and I tried them on. Black tank top, w interesting cut, and white linen capris. Totally comfortable, my fave clothes I've found all trip. Mark said I looked hot. I asked Heckie how the outfit looked, and he was totally negative. "The shirt is a low quality material; the pants are too long." Totally negative. In fact, the entire time we were out shopping, everything I pointed out that I liked, Heckie bashed on. There was a sleeveless white shirt with a black tribal design on the left shoulder, and he launched into this huge Spiel about how only skinheads wear that stuff. If I had listened to him I would not have bought a single thing all day. (Wait, maybe I should have listened.)
Then he told Mark in the Subway that we are crazy Americans. (He meant it too.)
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I am rarely so happy as that moment.
In other news, I've commited to abstinance from both sex and alcohol.
3 June 2004
Got to Vienna last night. The flight was only 1:45 long, but on our way in to land, the plane suddenly jumped back into the air. (Think 30 degrees nose down to 60 degrees nose up) It scared the shit out of me because the psharp maneuvar meant there was immediate danger to the plane or the pilots missed their gateway. Turns out the plane in front of us slowed down too much, and we would have crashed into them on the runway had we continued. So, we ended up circling another 10 minutes and then landing as normal. Which is awesome because Mark missed his train to meet us at the Flughafen, and ended up arriving a couple of minutes after us.
Flash forward (Fast) to Mark's apartment. Feels great to have a shower available. Feels great to have a large bed again. Feels great to finally sleep next to Mark. Mark and my relationship a year ago was predominantly sexual. Over the past year, with over 7,000 miles between us (someone check that fact?), our conversations have shown me a deeper side to Mark that I enjoy, more than the outer facade I know. Mark is excellent in bed, and that makes me attracted to him, but I feel a need to actually *gasp* date him now. Which is cool, because he comes back to Phoenix in August.
The problem right now, though, is rge boyfriend. Mark is dating a cute Iranian/Austrian/American boy named Heckie. Heckie is quite the catch, dj, rich, cute, educated, worldly. Heckie and Mark have decided to be monogomous. That leaves Doug out of the penetration picture, much to my chagrin. I will be patient, and settle for acts that American culture does not count as sex! Hehehehe! -Ende
***
Cont - Now at Villa. Went shopping (again). Words can't describe my addiction. I'm going to be able to throw all of my old clothes out. Amy and Heckie don't get along well. For that matter, I don't either. Case in point, we were at the New York, where of course I found more clothes, duh, and I tried them on. Black tank top, w interesting cut, and white linen capris. Totally comfortable, my fave clothes I've found all trip. Mark said I looked hot. I asked Heckie how the outfit looked, and he was totally negative. "The shirt is a low quality material; the pants are too long." Totally negative. In fact, the entire time we were out shopping, everything I pointed out that I liked, Heckie bashed on. There was a sleeveless white shirt with a black tribal design on the left shoulder, and he launched into this huge Spiel about how only skinheads wear that stuff. If I had listened to him I would not have bought a single thing all day. (Wait, maybe I should have listened.)
Then he told Mark in the Subway that we are crazy Americans. (He meant it too.)
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