Kthulah’s Bjournal

My protege gives his goodbye speech, and sees the other side of me.

Musings about being in touch with old classmates.

My answer to the mistress proposal.

Cuz asks me to be his mistress in seriousness. I have a week to decide.

I’m afraid that I might be developing former fatty syndrome even though I’m still kind of fat, and wasn’t exactly desperate when I was fat. It’s not the guys who ignored me before and pay attention now who bother me. It’s the ones who were, I guess, pretending to like me, who’ve abandonned me now that I’ve moved to a lower weight class.

As I’ve mentioned before, one good thing that has come out of my exploration of the PUA community over the last few years is that it’s a good window into the minds of assholes and wannabe assholes. Some sites attract a better grade of guys than others. Good or bad, I’ve learned alot that has helped me to relate better to my male counseling clients.

At some point in a writer’s life though, one has to step back and consider what all this means to me personally…what it means for my real life, and what it means for the characters I write about. How has this new insight changed me? Has it really changed me? Should it?

Kahuna gives feedback on my weight loss and belly dancing progress, and decides to learn a few moves himself.

Shai helps me with my belly dancing.

Whatever forces of nature control menstruation, I humbly thank them. I got my period just in time for Slick to remember my number. So when he messaged, I was in a deep, lavendar and rosemary sachet assisted slumber.

Normally, this sort of thing would make me smile, but this time it was a platonic break. Last night, Cuz came over drunk and randy.  After he threw up in my bathroom, we had yet another argument about him wanting to shag, and me not being into monogamously married men.  The conversation shifted to the [...]