Random stuff, good and bad

Things that make me happy:

1. Getting an e-mail from someone on one of my mailing lists, praising me for my rational, articulate posts there. *blush*

2. Lots of info on the Maritimes to look at and drool over in anticipation of a vacation!

3. Made some NICE incense last night! (See? I did it, ok?) Made me feel a bit odd, but I've had some odd feelings lately in general. Not bad. Just...new. Unexpected.

4. Made it to work on time today in spite of leaving late. Whew!

5. My friend Dan may come up to visit me in January! YAY! It's been two years now since I last saw him.


Not so nice: Had a bad dream last night about scorpions. Gah. But I've never dreamed about them, so maybe I will ponder what it might mean. It's not my usual vivid dream time, so I think it might be worth looking into.

Interesting

I just did the handwriting analysis that opal_kitten posted about. It characterizes me as having very low self esteem and being halfway between an introvert and an extrovert.

I don't think this is me right now. I've been very proud of myself and my succeses for a while, now. And I've been highly extroverted. :)

Thing is, I made a conscious effort early in high school to develop the particular handwriting style I have. At that time, around the age of 13-14, the above description would have fit me very well. I guess my handwriting still shows me a few years behind who I am now. But you know what? I like my handwriting. I like its flamboyant, not-too-round, not-too-sharp style. I like the flourishes I use. I don't think I'll make a conscious effort to change it again.

Ode To Boys, Part 2

This stuff came to mind after a post someone else made about intensity.

There is something about men's hands that I love intensely. I love the way they look: bigger than mine, square, slightly rough in shape, like they're carved by a master craftsman from a chunk of some lovely hardwood. I love the way they feel. They have a strength and a surety that can be at once protective and intimidating, in a way that makes you think, "he could hurt me if he wanted, but instead he caresses me, because that's what he wants to do." There always seems to be so much potential power in a man's hands.

I love the way men's arousal is so blatant. You can't ignore it (and neither can they) when it becomes apparent. Seeing and feeling that change from dormant to demanding is always so satisfying to me, somehow. It's a statement of need and a promise of fulfillment at the same time.

I love when men play the peacock on occasion, but not always. Men always seem to be camouflaged, to me, for the most part. The everyday mundane men's clothing can be so dreary, so cookie-cutter. When a man discards that in favour of more fantastical get-up, it's a thrill. Leather pants that show off a sculpted ass and whisper of a wild side. Renaissance garb that brings to mind stories of romance and chivalry. Torn fishnet shirts that say, here I am, exposed and vulnerable. Velvet coats that impart an air of nobility and lordship, asking to be curtsied to. Watching men play dress-up is watching them bring out things in their personality that usually hide behind the collared shirt and khakis of the business-casual office. It's watching them express who they are, or play a game of being someone new.

I love the trust they put in me: telling me things they wouldn't tell anyone else. Admitting to desires that others might find strange. Offering their hearts and their bodies to me with the confidence that I will treat them right. I love the care they give to me: helping me bear up under weighty troubles. Holding me when I cry. Hurting me only in ways I like and need, and no more than I can take.

The way they smile can be so hard to forget, so hard not to return.

Their tears are so touching, their laughter so infectious.

I haven't had enough of them lately. I miss some of them very much. I am thrilled to know so many good ones, each so amazing in his own unique ways.

Surprised???

A 19-year old virgin, you live in the Castle
Anthrax. You use your wiles to lure in
strangers...tie them to big soft beds and....


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Now, if I recall correctly, Sir Galahad is supposed to tie Zoot to a bed and spank her as punishment. Hmm. :)