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"When you open your mind and hands and heart to the knowing of a thing, there is no room in you for fear"
--Patricia McKillip, The Riddle-Master of Hed |
I am going to start filtering some of my more private musings. Since blogger does not have a tool for that, you will need to visit my Live Journal and ask to be friended there. I will continue to post Daily Gratitude and other subjects here.
There is also a FAQ for my Journal at the same link.
Sunday, March 02, 2003
@ 09:54
It's been a long week of computer glitches and unrelated physical exhaustion. Personally, I'm blaming my inability to stay awake past 9 pm (or earlier) on the rain and hormones. I'm hoping both have stopped for awhile so that I can get stuff done. We made a good start yesterday -- after braving WalMart and Home Depot on a Saturday afternoon (still shuddering at the thought), my boi and I got the books up off the floor and crates emptied and most of the office furniture in place. There are still more bookshelves (we need to buy more hardware first) and wall decor to arrange, but at least now we can show the room to people when they visit and use the office bathroom for guests (though they still aren't allowed to look in the closet!). Today we're going to work on the living room and start planning our first party.
Here's the post I wrote at work nearly a week ago. It sparked more discussion with my boi, so I want to make sure it gets posted:
Monday, February 24, 2003, 12:50 pm written @ work
Recently my boi & I have had a few conversations about our longterm goal of finding a third for our household. Another person would be most useful a the moment. Getting everything unpacked and set the way we want it is time consuming. Having over 1000 square feet to clean each week is also a big task. And let's not forget four cats and an iguana and the feeding, cleaning, and general care-taking of the same. Then there's the fact that my boi has a top side that needs some exercise. Lastly, there are some things I enjoy that wouldn't work with my boi.
While we have so many reasons to find another slave soon, there are lots of cautions. We have a lot more space than we used to, but not quite enough to move in a third person and their belongings. We have five pets and there are prospects out there with allergies, phobias, or pets of their own they wouldn't want to give up (1000 square feet isn't big enough for six pets and three humans). We're barely scraping by financially, trying to get back on track after unemployment and moving. Food and keep on a third might break the bank. Of course, a third could possibly bring in another income, but that would limit her ability to serve. Then there's the shortage of femme slaves out there who want to serve a female master and a boi/Daddy. The pool is fairly shallow with lesbian-bisexual slaves to begin with. Toss in poly and pets and our geographic location, it gets mighty small. And no kids. Not drugs. No alcohol. No smoking. No pets. Very little room. Ability to thrive in the Phoenix climate. It will take awhile.
Of course, the biggest issue is whether or not we're ready to even start looking. We've been together less than a year and in our own apartment for a month. I'm still developing our daily schedule and protocols. Things that couldn't happen when we had a roommate are being incorporated. I have lots of ideas, but we need time to settle and to slowly adjust to new realities. Emotionally, my boi is still bonding. It's been barely a week since the surrender 'snap' she wrote about in her offline journal. Even searching for someone will take time and energy and right now we're focused on building our home, strengthening our relationshing, and tending to our families and careers.
I guess I'm saying that my "third urges" are similiar to the "baby urges" I used to get -- fleeting thoughts that have little connection to necessity. Eventually, the desire for a third may reach the level of need, but that's a while down the road (thankfully the urge for a baby will never read the level of "need"!). I have to keep in perspective when those urges hit.
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