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entropy_in_drag) wrote2018-11-21 07:59 pm
entropy_in_drag) wrote2018-11-21 07:59 pm
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The wind has been blowing all day, sun chasing clouds chasing snow and back again. Connecticut is beautiful and these winds at the end of fall and the beginning of winter are my favorites. Tonight we watched TV and I drank to shut down my libido, which apparently is currently out of control. I was in a pleasant buzzy place with a bellyful of bubbles, getting ready for bed with the fam when I caught a gust of the wind blowing past the dogs as they went outside, and I needed out RIGHT NOW.
Adjusting to an unexpected polycule dynamic while one partner is recovering from surgery is a good source of tension. Everyone is wonderful, communication is GREAT and I love them both. But I'm a nervous ball of twitch at the best of times and have spent this week intermittently feeling like I'm going to explode through my skin. The Wild Ones heard. I brought dogs to be safe.
We tore around the house, me calling them. It felt like I had wings on my feet, I have no idea how I ran that fast and for that long. At first the beer protested, and there was a moment where I wondered if I'd lose my dinner. So I rested, ran, rested. Stared at the moon, saluted. Ran. Smelled the delicious air. Ran. Wildness dashed with me and I didn't feel the cold past my skin. My feet were sure in the moonlight. Was the laughter all my own? Call the dogs again.
I finally ended up at the pair of trees on the edge of the yard, breathing hard and smiling big. I thanked the local spirits for their welcome, hugged and kissed the twin trees. Maybe ran a few more laps, I didn't want it to end. But I did bring the dogs in, and here I sit in a welcoming living room next to the fireplace trying to convince myself I should sleep soon. My first attempt to settle down into a bed-like situation was unsuccessful. I may not have been kidnapped by the fae, but the joke's still on me. lol
Adjusting to an unexpected polycule dynamic while one partner is recovering from surgery is a good source of tension. Everyone is wonderful, communication is GREAT and I love them both. But I'm a nervous ball of twitch at the best of times and have spent this week intermittently feeling like I'm going to explode through my skin. The Wild Ones heard. I brought dogs to be safe.
We tore around the house, me calling them. It felt like I had wings on my feet, I have no idea how I ran that fast and for that long. At first the beer protested, and there was a moment where I wondered if I'd lose my dinner. So I rested, ran, rested. Stared at the moon, saluted. Ran. Smelled the delicious air. Ran. Wildness dashed with me and I didn't feel the cold past my skin. My feet were sure in the moonlight. Was the laughter all my own? Call the dogs again.
I finally ended up at the pair of trees on the edge of the yard, breathing hard and smiling big. I thanked the local spirits for their welcome, hugged and kissed the twin trees. Maybe ran a few more laps, I didn't want it to end. But I did bring the dogs in, and here I sit in a welcoming living room next to the fireplace trying to convince myself I should sleep soon. My first attempt to settle down into a bed-like situation was unsuccessful. I may not have been kidnapped by the fae, but the joke's still on me. lol