Waxing Adventures #1

And so Ames and I have lost our minds. We think we are going to try waxing our pubes...yes, we know. It will hurt. It will hurt a lot. And it will suck major monkey balls. But we want to try it because we both hate to shave and we want to see if waxing will alleviate the angry red bumps caused by shaving. We have no idea how well it will work but we have a plan. She is going to pull off my strips and I am going to pull off hers. My only worry is that, as I have waxed before and she hasn't, I'll do her strips really well and they won't hurt and then she won't do mine right. So then she suggested that we each do our own strips and that the other person can hold the mirror for us to wax those hairs that grow in not so visible places. I, of course, started laughing as I imagined Ames on her knees in between my legs with a mirror and me trying to spread wax where I couldn't see. I don't know how we are going to do this...or if we are going to even try...but it should be amusing at least.

Ghost of Lovers Past

I sit at my computer screen and think of all the people I have loved throughout my life. I know my life has not been long yet but I was never quite as young as the numbers seem to suggest. Valentine's Day is Saturday and I swear that the ghost of lovers past has paid me countless visits this week. Between the men I loved and lost, later to learn it was better, and the women who loved me but never understood me...I believe that I have had all of the reminiscence I can stand. Each one of them once held a piece of me that no other person could touch and I think it entirely possible that some of them still have it. I can look at all of my past lovers and see the person I evolved into. I know now that I could never stay with any of those lovers longer than I did because the person I was in the process of becoming would not have been happy with them...not to mention they were all monogamous and most of them could not deal with my bisexuality. So in the end I know I'm happier the way I am now...but there are times when a moment hits me and I remember some of them with that touch of sadness...and that's when I let myself wonder what could have been...