This morning I get to spend some time with a roof evaluator looking at my house. Weeeee. Then I get acupuncture. Then I run around and collect supplies for camping. Then babysitting ends and I take the kids to Oakland. Then I come home and take a nap. Then Noah asked to take me dancing! He turned down an invitation to a different kind of event to take me dancing.
He says he feels bad that he’s never offered in ten years. *Sniff* We dance at weddings. Dat’s it. And he says he feels bad about that because his issues with dancing weren’t about me and I’m lots of fun to dance with.
I am not a well established part of the dance community who will sneer about how you aren’t a very good dancer. I’m not polished. I’m not perfect. I fuck up constantly when I dance and my reaction is to laugh and laugh and laugh. I’m there to move around and have fun. I’m not that picky.
If someone comments on my footwork being messy I turn around and wiggle my butt at them. I am not there for stage performance quality dancing.
I do not aspire to being here for your entertainment, motherfucker.
I hope he will have fun. I know I will. We are going to the Saddlerack which will be entertaining.
Then in the morning we will finish the last bits of packing and drive down to Santa Cruz early for some time at Kiva before the camp event. Given how my back feels… let’s do some relaxing before I camp. Goodness.
Spasms suck. But it is that kinda week.
We will have a nice lunch in Santa Cruz too. We will talk and talk and talk. God I love talking to him. That’s what kid free weekends are for us: let’s alternate talking and sex. The whole time. We’ll barely sleep.
Why would we want to do anything else?
We will talk a lot more about the structure of this nonmonogamy stuff. Maybe start writing more down.
I gotta say, his current entrenched position is much less threatening than the position he has held for many years. This is progress.
I’m looking forward to camping. I’m looking forward to the easiest conversation of all happening this weekend so a little bit of the poison in my belly will dissipate.
I’m scared of one conversation in particular. That one is freaking me the fuck out. Why am I so afraid of that one. It’s the only one where I’m afraid of punishment or negative response. I think everyone else will be fairly close to “Oh. Ok. So that’s what you’re doing.” This one person… I’m afraid I am going to hurt them a lot.
I feel so bad.
No way out but through.
I don’t feel like Noah and I understand the shape of this yet. Not fully. I’m still scared of that.
The good news really does change a lot of stuff. Holy shit.