I'm being called a "player" now by the guys I am seeing. Yes, I am seeing two guys at once right now. I keep track of sleeping with people on my calendar and I'm pretty safe with all that, if that's your concern. If you're worried about the attachment issues, they have both agreed to let us see other people. They both sleep with and date other ladies and I'm allowed to be with other men. I tell them about my other people so we can be safe, but otherwise emotionally we are clear about things. The border is a negotiable thing that can be changed at any point and it is consented that we don't want anything serious. Thus, I ask why I would be called a player when I'm neither "playing the field" nor playing either person. I'm not lying about what I'm doing or seeing another person being their backs. I'm not sleeping with any person that I meet or pick up either. I go on dates but neither person can commit to me.
Thanksgiving started as a disaster and ended as a disappointment. Actual day of thanksgiving was fun. We wrestled with the younger kids and his family was really congenial. It was a relaxing time, but I also got homesick for my family. Before Thanksgiving, I had work the three days. Work went well except the last day a parent was one hour late to pick up his daughter. This triggered a stress response in me, because it reminded me of Denise when she was moving out late before xmas and I felt trapped in the situation. That was really unpleasant. I went to a friendgiving that was fun too. I got to make my chocolate pecan pie for that and ate half the pie beforehand >D After thanksgiving, I was bruised up and injured from combo of volleyball and the wrestling. I cried in the morning because the pain was intense. Driving was difficult that day.
I bought some dumb babydoll lingerie and blue bra set. I honestly just want my orange and yellow sets to complete me rainbow. I want it.
I miss my Gaia friends and Jordan.
I've been drawing a few pics here and there of my Limbo characters.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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