I love cuddling, but I have a, you know, husband to do it with. And if we're talking genuinely non-sexual, Seabiscuit is really a world class snuggler, and comes with bonus soft furry outer layer for winter snuggly warmth.
My pacifist Mennonite buddy who goes and reasons with Columbian druglords and paramilitaries who are trying to shoot farmers just sent me a link to that youtube video of the food court hallelujah chorus flash mob. I am having some serious cognitive dissonance. Not least with the basic concept of my straw hat, blue shirt and suspenders wearing buddy even knowing what a flash mob is.
Speaking of warmth, the heater just kicked on, and I wussed out of building the fire last night so I should probably go do that tonight.
Raccoons'll do that, Zen. Maybe skunks.
I'm glad you said that! I was wondering if maybe it could have been a raccoon or a skunk, but I thought maybe that was nuts. I saw where some of the kibble had spilled down the driveway, so either it was a hasty and careless human thief, or a small mammal with semi-functional hands. I looked around for the bowl, figuring a small mammal couldn't have carried it far, and didn't find it, but today was trash day, so the trash guys could have picked up the bowl thinking it was escaped garbage, especially if it had broken.
I'd rather believe it was raccoons than a human thief. One, I don't care if raccoons might be peering in my windows, and two, I can't deal with the idea of a human who wants a catfood bowl that badly.
I would rather go to a full-blown (heh) orgy with strangers than cuddle with strangers.
Seriously, yes. It takes more vetting for me to get a good hug than a decent lay. I have to
like
you, maybe even respect you, to hug you.
Wait, do I sound trampy?
I think orgies and cuddle parties are similar in that there are set, managed expectations regarding sex - no surprises, no stress (ideally).
SUPRISE BONERS YOU HAVE TO JUST....WAIT OUT.
Nuh-huh. Homie don't play that. Either boners are sanctioned or endorsed, or I'm not playing.
It just occurred to me that my inability to get any work done, both at home and school, is a function of not just twins but also a huge amount of anxiety. This is not good.
Eh, boners happen.
Yeah, but random boners touching me doesn't have to. Erections to yourself, strangers.
Kat, do you have time to see someone about it?
Am I wrong to be skeeved by having a waiter that one of my ex-roommates objected to sharing equipment with at work due to hygeine issues 15 years ago? I mean, he's a nice enough guy, and a lot of time has passed since then, but the roomie in question wasn't exactly Felix Unger himself. I spent the first 10 minutes in the restaurant praying that he wouldn't come in close contact with my food.
