Insert usual apologies for lack of blogging. As usual a combination of health issues and running around like a blue arsed fly, for someone who’s unemployed I have an oddly small amount of spare time… Anyway on to the important stuff*…
The most excitement I suppose has been my love life, much maligned on these pages, but currently blooming into something rather new and unexpected. It’s all gone a bit poly. I’ve always said poly it’s not for me, no problem with the concept but I’m too insecure to cope with it. TakenBoy is no longer taken, well except possibly by me, he finally ended it with his (very) long term girlfriend and right now we’re… Complicated. Without wanting to put too much of a label on it, we’re lovers, which I’m more than happy with. We’re a definite couple and acting like it in public and everything! We’ve had a few issues, I don’t mind him sleeping with others, but there are certain people I’d much rather he didn’t, but we’re working it out. We’re both new to this and every single, lets just call them “non-monogamous “couples””, have their own brand of poly/non-monogamy, we’re still working out what ours is.
Next in line we have SugarDaddy, so called from a joke that had a slight ring of truth to it. He is older than me, and does tend to buy me things but he’s certainly not rich and I’m definitely not in it for the money. We met LARPing (yeah I got dragged into that by one of my tenants), I don’t actually remember the first time we met, it was dark and an assassin had just snuck into our camp**. His first thoughts of me were I was “Cute, blue & bolshy.”*** We ended up talking on facebook and flirted and got close, then at the next event he spent the night’s in my tent, I soaked the blankets covering the blow-up bed, we got a standing ovation from the rest of the LARPers from him spanking me & my noises in response. Oh at the next event he partially dislocated my hip during sex and I ended up in A+E, this has led to a nick-name of “smasher” amongst my LARP buddies, which I daren’t tell him for fear of how embarrassed he’ll get about it! He’s never been interested in poly, but when I met him I was already involved with TakenBoy & someone who doesn’t have a psydonym yet. He knew how complicated my love life was and that there were other men I cared dearly for and that I was a working girl. But again love just blossomed, at first I didn’t know if I fancied him or was just grateful for the attention, but after that first time, I knew I did like him, for real and it’s just kept going. I find him really hard to read a lot of the time, and we sometimes argue, he’s not had the best past in relationships and he lives on the other side of the country but we’re muddling along, in fact he’s up tomorrow for a long weekend I intend to spend most of the weekend giving my bed a run for it’s money.
Finally we have the one without a pseudonym yet… *thinks*… Let’s call him FickleBoy, as we’ve been on and off more times than a hot tap. In all fairness to him, he’s snowed under with university work, and doesn’t have a car or much money, it’s not as easy for him to visit as SugarDaddy, and as I’m equally skint I can’t visit him. We don’t talk for weeks, then we talk all the time and he tells me how much he loves me and that he’s finally found someone to spend the rest of his life with. And sometimes he’s fine with the poly, then he’s not and wants me to himself. To which my reply is, “you’ll have to work for it”, he often expects everything and gives nothing. I care about him I really do, and I know he cares about me, but gods he’s a poor way of showing it! I’m not going to go into the details ‘cos you’ll all get bored to death (that is if you’ve not wondered off already).
But I’m in love, I’m happy and life’s not too bad akshully…
* though I may get distracted by the awesomeness of Magnum PI.
** I’m not even going to try and explain further.
*** I was rocking blue hair at the time.