Le weekend
Oct. 2nd, 2006 10:36 pm[I have a theory about speaking French - pick nearly any English word that's three syllables or longer, and it's a real word in French (as long as you say it with a French accent, of course). "Le weekend" is an exception, but that's because the French borrowed the word directly from English, rather than the other way round (those Normans... and all those Renaissance latinate constructions). It's a shame that most verbs are short, because you could get away with a lot as an English-speaker.]
It was Labour Day today, so we had a three-day weekend. I've been finding it hard to get to sleep at a reasonable hour lately, and really, it hasn't improved. At least I've been able to sleep in to "catch up".
But I had a nice day today. I spent it with the CDL and her Bear and their pooches. There was interesting conversation, dog-show politics, cute dogs, picnic lunch, and tired-but-cosy takeaway dinner. I managed to help sink a bottle of wine without it touching the edges at all (unlike me).
I'm enjoying this whole thing a lot. This is my first foray into successful polyamory, and probably due to the quality of people involved, it's good. I like astute people. I like people who have had to think about their sexuality in ways other than just poly, because it gives more depth to their considerations about the whole thing, and a shared history of queer issues. I like it that there is no angst, no dramas, no boundary-pushing. I like the fact that those boundaries are clear and reasonable. I like it that there is an appropriate amount of flexibility and give-and-take if needed. I like the fact that everyone deals with each other considerately. I really really like it that we all get on and enjoy each other's company. Fucking yay.
It was Labour Day today, so we had a three-day weekend. I've been finding it hard to get to sleep at a reasonable hour lately, and really, it hasn't improved. At least I've been able to sleep in to "catch up".
But I had a nice day today. I spent it with the CDL and her Bear and their pooches. There was interesting conversation, dog-show politics, cute dogs, picnic lunch, and tired-but-cosy takeaway dinner. I managed to help sink a bottle of wine without it touching the edges at all (unlike me).
I'm enjoying this whole thing a lot. This is my first foray into successful polyamory, and probably due to the quality of people involved, it's good. I like astute people. I like people who have had to think about their sexuality in ways other than just poly, because it gives more depth to their considerations about the whole thing, and a shared history of queer issues. I like it that there is no angst, no dramas, no boundary-pushing. I like the fact that those boundaries are clear and reasonable. I like it that there is an appropriate amount of flexibility and give-and-take if needed. I like the fact that everyone deals with each other considerately. I really really like it that we all get on and enjoy each other's company. Fucking yay.