This is especially for all the poly folks on my friends list:
Dave Coverly’s Speed Bump
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Dave Coverly’s Speed Bump
I seem to have gotten into a nice roll of journaling lately. Some fluff, some content. I’ll try and keep it up.
Jenna continues to adjust to living here. She spends a lot of time under the daybed in the living room, or under our bed in the bedroom, but she’s started coming out and trying to be social when the mood strikes her. Dayna still thinks she’s an intruder, but since the two cats both have the same reaction to confronting each other (that is, to run away), we’re letting them sort each other out on their own terms.
Been fairly draggy all day, due to overnight shift last night. We had to put a new Ethernet card into one of our servers so it could be hooked into the private backdoor network. As this would bring down several of our affiliates webpages who rely on the content of this server, it needed to be done at off hours. So I came home early yesterday, took a nap, and then went over to the data centre around 1am to do the work.
It went very smoothly, and maedbh7 kept me company on the phone for the trip there and back. I slept until noon this morning, then went into work for a half day. Came home and crashed out again.
See, that’s the problem with trying to journal my daily life — it’s lots of boring days like that. Heck, most of them don’t even have the “excitement” of a late night shift or anything useful like that. 🙂
Not much on tap this weekend. We’re a bit cash tight until payday next Friday, so it’ll probably be a low-key hang around the house day.
One of my dearest friends, behind a friends lock, posed to us, her friends, a series of questions on the nature of love, and expectations, and meeting the needs of partners while getting one’s own needs met. With her permission, I am reposting my answers to her questions here, since there are some people who read this journal who do not read that journal.
Wow, I’m almost caught up to the present. I don’t know what I’ll do then. Write about current events, I guess. 🙂
Wrapping up the weekend, there was music, food, more music, yet more music, good conversation, good snuggles, and all around a great time.
Time spent with far-away sweeties, catching up with friends, great food, a marvelous concert, making music, meeting people previously known only online, and love…
So telynor pointed me at this page. I found a lot of the questions rather annoying, as they a) assume monogamy, and b) occaisionally offered an either-or question to which the answer was in the middle. I was particular put off by:
A Relationship requires compromise. Whose?
a. Yours
b. Theirs
The correct answer is, to my mind, “both”.
Anyway, here’s the result if anyone’s actually interested:
The Gentleman
Deliberate Gentle Love Master
Steady & mature. You are The Gentleman.
For anyone looking for an even-keeled, considerate lover, you’re their man. You’re sophisticated. You know what you want both in a relationship and outside of it. You have a substantial romantic side, and you’re experienced enough sexually to handle yourself in that arena, too. Your future relationships will be long-lasting; you’re classic “marrying material,” a prize in the eyes of many.
It’s possible that behind it all, you’re a bit of a male slut. Your best friends know that in relationships you’re fundamentally sex-driven. You’re a safe, reliable guy, who does get laid. In a lot of ways, you’re like a well-worn, comfortable pair of socks. Did you ever jack off into one of those? All the time.
Your exact opposite:
The Last Man on Earth
Your ideal mate is NOT a nut-job. She is giving and loving, like you, but also experienced. Avoid the The Battleaxe at all fucking costs.
Hrm, I do seem to procrastinate rather a lot, don’t I. Sherman, set the wayback machine for the week AFTER ConCertino. 🙂
Well, between vacation the week after ConCertino (which I will cover separately) and being just flat out tired this last week, I haven’t managed to do any updating in a while. So here’s some flashbacks on ConCertino. As usual, this isn’t so much a con report as a bunch of random memories. Being two weeks later, I’m sure I’ll forget something and then be mortified about it later, so apologies in advance.