Yay!

I finally found the last boxes of my books… I think. At least, I found the box with the books I have been missing. Specifically, my fairly new copies of The Velveteen Rabbit and The Giving Tree. The box was buried beneath five or six boxes of VHS tapes, I thought for sure that whole stack was vids…

On the note of books. I had recently unpacked most of my art/photo/coffee table books. I had this suspicion… someone on my LJ list had always seems so familiar to me. You know, that freaky-deaky if I haven’t known him in a previous life, we must have met face-to-face or something… It was a book. A very sexy, very intimate book. I picked it up in Phoenix some years back and I don’t even recall if the box was ever unpacked during the four years I lived with David…

When I found it, I flipped through, sure enough… Such a handsomely striking portrait. (And he looks so young!) And the eyes… humina humina humina… Truly. I pondered this entry for almost two weeks now, wondering how specific I could be without causing discomfort or embarrassment for said sexy-as-hell man. I decided finally, to just go that whole annoying gonna-tell-all-the-intimate-details-and-drive-everyone-nuts-by-not-saying-whom… Meh. Suffer.

That’s just how it goes this time around. I don’t have any need to assume others to be as freakishly bare and open as I am.