dumblemop: (love)
because it's beautiful and I'm going to cry and I wish I could write like this:

(Floating Poem, Unnumbered)
Adrienne Rich

Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine -- tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come --
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there --
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth --
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I have been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave -- whatever happens, this is.
dumblemop: (cheese)
It's been a long week )

Anyway. I've been writing this for two and a half hours and I don't think I have much more to say. I'm at Liz's apartment alone for the night because she's got a show and then she's spending time with her dad, which is why I'm writing this. Sorry to Liz that I signed you out.

I'll check in again during the week, and in a little bit I'll catch up on friends' entries, but for now I'm going to get off the computer and read. No comments necessary if you just don't have the energy after reading all of that--if you even made it this far. ;)

Love to all as always.
dumblemop: (infinitum)
meme )

We got my dad an iPod speaker system for Father's Day. He liked it. On the card's envelope, I put:

My dearest darlingest (Momsie and) Popsicle... (in purple cursive with flowers dotting the i's)

My dear Father... (in black print)

My dad is clueless on Wicked but I was amused.

It's totally 2AM now instead of 10:45 like when I started this entry. I left it open while I watched Batman Begins (killer movie) because I thought I had something else to day, but I guess I don't really.

I don't know. There were some things I was thinking slash worrying about a little, but I think I'm okay about them now. Really okay, not just "what, really, are my other options" okay. I think someimes I sell myself short in my relationships with other people, and sometimes I read and think too much into things. That and I am silent as the grave unless fiercely prodded. I'm working on all of those things. I did promise myself I would be braver.

That and it's partly that I'm lacking cuddles. After intense doses I tend to run down a little without them. Then I kind of write them out of my life during the drought to survive and when I get another dose I'm incredulous at what I was missing. Save me from self-isolation and people with bubbles.

I haven't used this icon in awhile. Says something, don't it? I think it's fitting at this moment though.

Tomorrow I go back to camp so communications will be few and far between again--unless I get off my ass and try this voicepost thing out. Take care, everyone. Love to all. :)


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