strange memory

I can't even venture a guess as to how long ago this was. At least five years ago, I think. Maybe longer.

Or, as belladonnareed would say, 2 years ago, in the last millennium.

Anyway, here it is:

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She reaches a hand out in the dark to caress my check. "You're trembling," she whispers and there is surprise in her voice. "Are you crying?" I always knew I would, I whimper, pulling the curtains shut.

There is a slight pause, and then we are each reaching forward, reaching towards each other and unlacing, unbuttoning. Unraveling all the trust that got us here in the first place. This is a mistake, and we know it.

Her lips brush against my neck, her nails run down my bare chest, twitching in distaste over the hair they course over. She whispers into my ear as she nibbles. "I will cry, after."

more email excerpts

(culled from a long thread between Cave Dwelling Eyes and myself)

We should really tap into tele-transportation methods.  With your brain and my imagination I"m sure we could come up with something.

Yes, it can involve painting a door onto a flat surface using a special kind of paint, and then flashing a camera strobe at it to unlock it. .

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(quite intentionally posting this rather than discussing what it was actually like to introduce one of my Chicago friends to my Milwaukee friends. Fuck my over-analyzing bullshit. I'm just going to bask in this feeling for a little while, and maybe drift off to sleep dreaming of all my friends from everywhere at one big party.)