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It's one of those days when I just feel overwhelmed, like the light is too bright and hurts my eyes. It's been this crazy, intense week, full of so much emotion and such a journey.
Start with the anxiety over taking the pictures and then the pictures themselves (which I've already chronicled my reactions to in detail)
The reactions were amazing and loving and intense, flowing through me like electricity. Then it all stopped. No more comments or reaction. And let me tell you, that shiz is like CRACK. Cold turkey is not fun ;)
But for all the intensity (and the realization that my dick is now all over the internet) I wouldn't trade it for a thing.
Then, on Wednesday, I got this message online from a guy I had been chatting with and was planning to get together with. We had made a plan to get together last night to talk about paintings (he wants art for his new space and loves my stuff) and mess around. But Wednesday night, he sends me this message and asks what I'm doing because he has this intense desire to cuddle with me. And let me tell you, that was the right thing to say. He came over and there was cuddling. As well as other things ;) Felt an intense and immediate connection to him. He's a physio assistant and involved in disability issues. And he's frikkin hot. Felt that rare spark of "this could be something"
We exchanged email after he got home and he told me I was amazing and thanked me for letting him in.
We met again last night as originally planned, but he was super late due to falling asleep and an important call, but we had a glass of wine and we talked. The call had been with a lesbian he knew and it was about talks they had been in about having a child together.
And the bottom fell out.
I've never wanted children. Well, maybe for a nanosecond, but then it passed. It's a major achievement that the bamboo on my desk at work hasn't died. I can't see myself as parent material. I had always pretty much thought of it as a deal breaker.
But we had a great evening and we both want to see each other again. So, a day at a time then, and let the rest take care of its self.
Today, I just feel tired and overstimulated and ready to crawl under a blanket for the weekend.
I remembered this morning that this is the time, three years ago, when I found out my mother was dying.
How come emotions don't come with an off switch??? Bad planning, that's what I say
I know I will be fine, I just need to unplug a bit and relax. I have discs of The New Avengers and Mary Tyler Moore, so the brain candy requirement is fulfilled. I also have wine and amaretto, depending on what I feel like drinking ;)
And I plan on painting this weekend. Expect pictures.
Have a good weekend, all
Start with the anxiety over taking the pictures and then the pictures themselves (which I've already chronicled my reactions to in detail)
The reactions were amazing and loving and intense, flowing through me like electricity. Then it all stopped. No more comments or reaction. And let me tell you, that shiz is like CRACK. Cold turkey is not fun ;)
But for all the intensity (and the realization that my dick is now all over the internet) I wouldn't trade it for a thing.
Then, on Wednesday, I got this message online from a guy I had been chatting with and was planning to get together with. We had made a plan to get together last night to talk about paintings (he wants art for his new space and loves my stuff) and mess around. But Wednesday night, he sends me this message and asks what I'm doing because he has this intense desire to cuddle with me. And let me tell you, that was the right thing to say. He came over and there was cuddling. As well as other things ;) Felt an intense and immediate connection to him. He's a physio assistant and involved in disability issues. And he's frikkin hot. Felt that rare spark of "this could be something"
We exchanged email after he got home and he told me I was amazing and thanked me for letting him in.
We met again last night as originally planned, but he was super late due to falling asleep and an important call, but we had a glass of wine and we talked. The call had been with a lesbian he knew and it was about talks they had been in about having a child together.
And the bottom fell out.
I've never wanted children. Well, maybe for a nanosecond, but then it passed. It's a major achievement that the bamboo on my desk at work hasn't died. I can't see myself as parent material. I had always pretty much thought of it as a deal breaker.
But we had a great evening and we both want to see each other again. So, a day at a time then, and let the rest take care of its self.
Today, I just feel tired and overstimulated and ready to crawl under a blanket for the weekend.
I remembered this morning that this is the time, three years ago, when I found out my mother was dying.
How come emotions don't come with an off switch??? Bad planning, that's what I say
I know I will be fine, I just need to unplug a bit and relax. I have discs of The New Avengers and Mary Tyler Moore, so the brain candy requirement is fulfilled. I also have wine and amaretto, depending on what I feel like drinking ;)
And I plan on painting this weekend. Expect pictures.
Have a good weekend, all
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on 2009-01-09 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-09 05:16 pm (UTC)Which, I know, is silly to even think about since we've had exactly two dates :)
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on 2009-01-09 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-09 05:29 pm (UTC)And from what he was saying to me, this particular situation with this woman is falling apart.
I'm not making any decisions beyond wanting to spend more time with him
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on 2009-01-09 05:51 pm (UTC)Follow where the universe leads you truthfully and passionately...especially if he's hawt!
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on 2009-01-09 05:30 pm (UTC)Have a great weekend. And keep warm!
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on 2009-01-09 05:32 pm (UTC)Thanks, Rob. You have a good weekend too!! Big hugs
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on 2009-01-09 05:32 pm (UTC)Boy, howdy! I suffer performance anxiety on LJ on a regular basis.
I haven't even had the nanosecond of desire to sire children. In fact I have known I have no business being a parent since thirteen years of age, My outer sexuality didn't surface until nineteen.
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on 2009-01-09 06:12 pm (UTC)Though, is the naughtiness behind a filter? I can't read it ;)
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on 2009-01-09 06:34 pm (UTC)FYI, my whole blog had been taken to private sometime back last year. I am slowly reopening them. I have started with most the naughty bits.
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on 2009-01-09 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-09 06:41 pm (UTC)I am currently working to stop the second-guessing and return to naturally open.
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on 2009-01-09 06:46 pm (UTC)Comes from hiding who I was when I was growing up, I think.
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on 2009-01-09 07:05 pm (UTC)I'm slow in a very fast kinda way. LOL
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on 2009-01-09 07:11 pm (UTC)I appreciate your openness and will look to you as an example
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on 2009-01-09 07:30 pm (UTC)And that's what's best about being an uncle! LOL.
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on 2009-01-09 06:41 pm (UTC)Make some art...chat on the phone...cuddle...
And breathe...
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on 2009-01-09 06:48 pm (UTC)You are awesome, my friend. Wish we could hang out
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on 2009-01-09 07:34 pm (UTC)Hmmm, I have a couple of other interesting ones I can send you too ;) Email me to remind me
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on 2009-01-09 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-09 07:38 pm (UTC)And I know the feeling. I'm not sure I've ever felt that way. Though Monday after the pics went up was pretty close ;)
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on 2009-01-09 06:59 pm (UTC);-)
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on 2009-01-09 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-09 06:42 pm (UTC)It really *is* disorienting when the comments stop. I wrote one post last May or so called "Love Letter to a Fat Man" (written to my husband, in response to an ignorant news article about what a great thing it would be if "they" could just "eliminate obesity altogether." Because you can't "eliminate obesity" without getting rid of fat people.) It got picked up by a popular blogger and the response floored me. Then of course it was over, and I also had a bit of "post-performance letdown." Some of the commenters have stuck around, though, and I've gotten to know them a bit better through their LJs.
It's like any adrenaline rush, IOW.
Also, keep in mind that once people "find" you, and like what you write, they often do keep reading, even though they don't comment. But then three months later they might say, "Yeah, back when you wrote about such-and-such ..." and you realize they had been reading all along.
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on 2009-01-09 07:05 pm (UTC)Amaretto with lots of ice, soda water and a couple of slices of lemon is my delicious recommendation.
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