The pretty thing has a beautiful mouth, truly. Full, shapely and pillowy soft. I want to post a photo of it, and even though I know he would be okay with it, it just seems too personal right now.
I joked on twitter that I was going to post an update about him along with a photo, but “…the photos make me stupid… Words… gone… just… …fuck!!!!”
I followed up with “If I get drunk …
I always debate writing about nebulous things, because this, with the pretty thing, is not really a ‘thing’, but it’s a ‘thing’ in that he is getting inside my head, and when someone takes up residence there, I want to write about it even though it is difficult for various reasons (I’ve written about this blogging dilemma) before.
The pretty thing contacted me about 3 months ago, an articulate, chatty introduction email in …
This is my pretty thing.
Young and nowhere near me, he tortures me from afar. Also, he does yoga.
Yeah, I know, right? *swoon*
More on him soon.…
The first photo I saw of you was innocently posted in public. A casually posed shot, careless, a little blurry with movement, shirtless, showing an obviously lean body, no detail, a shock of dark hair.
My comment on it was understated, controlled, it was, after all, a photo of some boy I didn’t know and I am rarely moved by them, though I can appreciate beauty in many forms.
“…and thank you muchly for the …
[Snippet of an IM conversation with a lovely flirty boy who lives nowhere near me… I am sensibly and tediously talking about the difference between remote connection and real life…]
Him: You wouldn’t like to know what I feel like?
Me: You forget that I have experience with this… of meeting someone and ‘it’ was just not there, though remotely it very much seemed like it was. Chemistry is indefinable, so my point …
The agreement is clearly laid out:
- He will get on cam and do half an hour of yoga.
- He will do it shirtless.
- We will not speak beforehand.
- I will initiate the call at the agreed time.
- He will turn the webcam on, I will verify by IM that I can see, and he will begin.
- He is to pretend I am not watching. No mugging for the cam, no sly smiles, no showing off.
Photos like that make me talk to myself.
I am mostly incoherent.
Even to myself.
The veins in your arm are a nice touch. Did you put them there just for me? Thank you.
Also, oh my fucking god.