Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I was challenged to a duel last night, against one of the few people that I actually have difficulty thinking of ways we could duel in which he wouldn't totally kick my ass. At least, without rapiers handy... However, my surrogate daughters came to my rescue and we began a game of questions, the one venue in which it could hardly even be called a contest. It was, unsurprisingly, over the kiss from a girl, and I think my victory may have been hollow. It was marvellous, don't get me wrong, but her eyes said nothing but I don't think you understand just how much of a lesbian I am.

That wasn't very hard.

Patmeister and I were hanging out. He's done something with his hair that makes him more attractive than he's ever been. I can't decide if it's made better or worse by the fact that a military barber is going to cut it like grass shortly, because a fleeting element to beauty is intoxicating, but I think I'll stick with "funny, and slightly disappointing". I hit him, once softly on purpose, and then once hard less so. We were joshing with each other, and I smacked him. He questioned my ability to actually hit hard and next thing I knew he was flying back and his glass had flown out of his hand, smashing on the pavement. I've been hit harder, but that was pretty hard. I felt kinda bad, and then, at the same time, I really don't. Don't worry about it, I totally had it coming.

I cordially dislike our society's perspective on relationships. This mythic aggrandisation of sexual relations over others, this Significant Other, Partner, big R relationship garbage makes me more and more sick as time goes on. Not enough attention is paid to the insidious aspects of this paradigm, most notably the marginalisation of non-sexual or, possibly more accurately, non-romantic relationships. What if I love you? What if it hurts me that we can't talk anymore? Why does it matter less?

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Currently Listening: Evil Nine - You Are Not Through