Relationship evolutions: Gnome, Lamb, Furry, Strider, Spike, Yum Yum

I just got off the phone with Photognome. I relationship of one sort transformed into a friendship that has only but begun. A slice of me is saddened, and yet, so incredibly happy for him and his amazing woman. I look forward to seeing them both in October... I have a feeling that his lady and my man could become very good friends.

In the past I was not as graceful- an end being an end rather than an opportunity to become something even more amazing.

Relationships of all sorts evolve. Last night I went to Lamb's house, my sweet slave boy, my beautiful toilet, dear friend and fellow artist. Part of me had begun to forget how amazing he was, until I had my scenes with Dancer and Strider, and now I appreciate him more than ever. I can empathize on a new level with him, and we discussed this and shared some perfect siolences together over Italian food up on Hawthorne- Sangiovese and Dungenesse Crab ravioli. We let the sun fall over us and just- were. I just commissioned a piece of art from him, and hope to get it to it's new owner in the next month or two...

Back at his home I got to take a peek at the new Dungeon color, a stunning warm purple that suits him well. They're not hosting parties this month, instead laying carpet and doing other renovations that the house has needed for a while. I'm really impressed with his new series of very dynamic goddesses, and he gifted me with a wonderful burgundy lady doing a steep balanced backbend, her feet balanced on her head. His art is ever evolving, and it's good to see his art selling- I hope I can get him a space to vent at Leather Retreat next year, or Dark Oddessey '05- I think his sculptures would make quiite a splash at either of the events.

I'm not holding back with him any more. Now that I understand so much better what he's been going through, what he's endured and taken at my hand, I can appreciate where he goes and thus am more comfortable pushiung him all the more. I didn't hesitate using him as my spitoon brushing my teeth this morning, didn't have any doubt as I flowly lowered my filthy fingers into his hungry maw, filled his funnel with my morning piss... no more uncertainty. I ripped out his soul, massaged his enner essence, built him up anew with a smile as wide as it was honest. He is a stunning beast, and I look forward to training him as my pony as well. He is amazing- thank you Strider and Dancer for helping me understand him.Furry and I are doing really well. He met me at the airport and though my bags were delayed (the transfer in Oakland was tight and the bags hopped the next flight) we were just happy to have me home, so he had me close my eyes as we headed down the spiral from the parking garage and drove back to our place. We ended up doing a very heady hypnosis scene that afternoon, and though I recall my legs were in horrid pain during part of it, I think coming out of it it was better than almost any other time he's put me under. At 5 he asked me to share and it all fell out of my mouth: tales of story time, of fear, of dark parts of the heart. Another step closer to me sharing those tales here. I, Robot.That night Big Daddy Yum Yum came by for dinner, time to hang out, watch Law & Order (what is this, incest week? he asked), cuddle, talk. He's the last I had to ask about being my groomsman, and he's agreed. All 5 of my men are on board, plus Lamb has agreed to help at the wedding with coordination. I may ask him to MajorDomo, unsure. Furry is still working on his 5- he has at least 3 he is firm on, but he's still debating about who his groomsmaids will be. I agree with his 3 choices thus far- all amazing women, and his tentatives are all good folk as well. I wish him well in choosing his entorage. Mi Madre and I will be making Cream Tunics trimmed in crimson for all my party- to match the wedding dress she and I are making. I'm excited, and am still debating which corset maker I'll be having make my wedding corset- Isabella Sinclaire or Mark at The Other Woman... hmmm...

The next day, as Furry was off grocery shopping, Big Daddy and I played for the first time in ages. I almost cried, it had been so long... he is an amazing man. He likes my body changes- so do I.

I talked on the phone that morning with Strider. He's safe at home in Lowell. It's very curious, he and I have birthdays one day apart (okay, by years, but...), were born in the same hospital, share piles of kinks, both love the arts, are geeks, adore nature, and love life and good cigars. He is an amazing man. I was introduced to him through a friend from Califonia who moved to Boston.

"Strider, you should meet Bridgett, she's the kinkiest person I know"

"I thought I was the kinkiest person you knew"

"Nope, you're the kinkiest Man I know"

Thus began the adventure... but I'll be telling that tale later. But our phone chat was *really* nice, and it was good to touch base with him and hear his words resonate with such familiarity- balance. It's about balance. Coffee with good friends, giving to the community, love, life, debauchery.

Spike and I also caught up via Yahoo chat. My beautiful beast. My dead man walking. He called me his Northwest Goddess... I am his NorthWest Goddess :) Life, life is very good. Here's to Paris and big rigs rolling into the distance.

Okay, back to editing porn. I want to get the site update done so I can go to the Vancouver game tonight.