Clair de lune

moon-claire-de-luneTonight he returns. It’s been three long, tedious weeks of staring at my bound-in-synthetic-plaster leg, and sighing from the heat — and tonight he boards the plane to return.

There are several important and significant people who inspire in me a need to put my feelings into black and white. This one is the one who is *the one* — if that makes any sense.

I love them all, my men. Each in their own way delights and excites me — else why would I spend my time with them. And I care for them all deeply. They all know that exclusivity is not my way, and they accept it — I’m upfront about that from the word go. But there is one with whom I share the bond of the soulmate — and it is he of whom I write in this particular piece.

How do I describe that oh-so-subtle something that sets him apart? I do not wish in any way to sound overly sentimental and kitschy, so I turn instead to the higher power of Claude Debussy. The beauty of this piece in particular (and I have deliberately linked to the extended version) uses music to say the words that, for once, are failing my fingers.

What can I tell you? It must be love. It is love.


Sometimes, Lennon and McCartney are the only ones who get it

The video clip that accompanies this post is only half right. The boy who’s driving me mad — well, one of the boys, the one tagged as Canadian Bacon — is indeed going away. Differences between art and life: he does care, and he will be back in three weeks.

But you know. I’ll miss him. Particularly as i sail the world from my sofa, leg aloft, spirits flagging.

Still, just listening to the Beatles is enough to give anyone a boost. And if he had to be away, better that he goes when i’m grounded. Well, sofa’d. 😀

Such a sweetheart is this boy. Message from him last night:

I still have 11 days of things to do before I get on the plane in about 40 hours. One of those things would be to power fuck you for two hours straight and then gently caress your sweat-soaked, orgasm-ized body as the last drops of cum ooze out of me…

You can see why I’ll miss him, can’t you? 🙂


General update: Mojo slowly returning. Don’t lose faith in me. And thank you for the lovely messages. ❤