Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Sometimes it's hard to pull myself out. Sometimes it's as if I'd rather wallow.

We discussed & negotiated a few sex-things.  Which involved me identifying personal boundaries.  Which involved me thinking about a possible thing, examining my feelings towards this possible thing, deciding what those feelings were, and then moving on to another possible thing.  I find my borders by reaching them.  Which means that I've spent some time this morning on the other side of okay, identifying potential problems, and the associated memories.

I could use a hug.

1 comment:

Diatryma said...

You are wonderful and awesome. You are the kind of friend I store things for, little bits of my day to bring home to you because I think you'll be interested in them. We speak the same language in many ways.