It's like beating my head against the wall. A lot. Hard.

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I'd meant to answer comments today, but since I almost cut the tip off my ring finger yesterday and it's all bandaged and taking me three tries to type anything, that's probably not going to happen. Ever tried to wash your face with a rubber glove strapped to your hand since you can't get your fingers wet? Exactly.

Things of random import to me:

1. I recently had the good fortune to actually see a threesome in action (m/m/f) that worked beautifully. When I say 'threesome' I don't mean porn; I could get that anytime. I mean I saw the dynamic played out right in front of me during a rather extended meal, and wow, it was pretty fucking amazing. The centre of the attention (Man A) and the woman were totally in love, but Man A was clearly in love with the other man (Man B) as well. It was clearly reciprocated, and well, this dynamic must be working on some level. I didn't get to see a lot of the female/other man (Man B) interaction, but the centre point (Man A) of all this attention seemed pretty fucking happy -- not that I blame him, because shit, I'd be fucking happy too. I feel like this may require a story at some point for my own edification.

2. I was eavesdropping overheard the most depressing story this weekend, that now I will have to share with you, because well, I'm all about the sharing and practising typing with this flipping thing on my finger. I don't know why this story hit me so deeply, but I just -- it was almost like a warning. The kicker is that I never got the end of the story*, so I want to see how you guys think it ended:

A man and woman fell in love and got married, and unlike a lot of couples they actually seemed right and happy together. It wasn't a case of just marry anyone or just get married to get married, they both were deeply in love, but as of late the couple in question were fighting a lot. The woman didn't really understand why they were fighting, just that they couldn't stop and it was becoming a serious problem. It was almost like they were sabotaging themselves, in that way people sometimes do when they think they have to beat the other person to the punch before everything falls apart.

Anyway, the woman went out one night and got completely blitzed, and when she came home her husband was waiting and they fought like they'd never fought before. It was the kind of row that makes you question everything about yourself. At some point during the row, her husband fired back 'you're not the woman I married,' and the woman was just devastated.

What do you do when the person you love says that to you?

Sadly this is where the story ended and I didn't get to hear the rest, so now my question to you is two fold:

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Comments

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

Heh. Of course she's not the woman he married -- everyone changes over time, and besides, that's a lame thing for him to say. The key to it is that they change together, and understand that change is good -- so basically what happens is the woman looks at him and rolls her eyes, and then says, look, I'm drunk and pretty horny, so just come fuck me.

And he does.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I think you win for best response and for easily making me feel way better. You know how you hear something and you just pick up the emotions without being rational about it? Yeah, this was like that. Plus, I'd been drinking.

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

Yay! I do what I can. *snugs*

*gives you tip of my finger, just to show HOW MUCH I HEART YOU*

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*VBG*