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I shouldn't be writing; I have to be out the door on time to make the group meeting et. al. But...

I just wanted to say that I had a totally wonderful weekend. unseelie took me for mexican in the mission, then drove me around town. Saturday I met up with Max and her friend and we went into the city for the Dyke March. It was fun! I ran around in nothing but a lace bodysuit for a while!

Sunday Unseelie and I wandered around Pride, and met up with some cute bi poly pagan gamer goth kinky types. I got to flirt with them! And we had dinner with them, then went back to his place and napped/cuddled. Then he drove me to the bus stop and I hopped on the bus to head home.

The bus here is WAY sketchier than the train, and the walk back through Stanford campus is A) poorly lit, B) deserted, and C) the supposed emergency phones are strung out WAY too far apart.

So here I am back at Stanford, and I will have to go to work and live a normal life until NEXT weekend, when Unseelie has invited me to an interesting party. yay!

Woo woo.So things here are going as well as can be, I guess. :)

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I'm such an idiot. Talking thirty minutes on my daytime minutes indeed. I'd say what was I thinking, but I wasn't. Oops.

Hopefully, it'll be okay, because I didn't use my phone at all for two weeks while I was in Toronto, and hardly use it most days.

My hands hurt. My forearms hurt. My elbows hurt. This sucks. *sigh*

And I'm really tired, and still have no bedding and no checklist.

Nothing's perfect... including my life.

Thank goodness I'm over all doing well.

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People have been saying nice things about me lately. Things like, "You're a really great lover" and "You're a good healer."

It's not that I don't want to believe these things, or that I don't believe them. It's that... (1) It's really hard to incorporate something like that into my self image suddenly, and (2) I'm scared of becoming arrogant.

I put these safeguards on myself to prevent myself from becoming an objectionable person, but I seem to be taking it too far this time. I mean, if two people who are really experienced sexually tell me I'm particularly good in bed, I must be.
And if someone who has been described as a healer himself by others tells me something about my healing capabilities... I should believe them.

If I am a healer, I do it through love, and I can only heal those who open up to me. Maybe that's why I've not been able to help claymore much. He still doesn't trust me, after over a year. *sad sigh*

And I'm really tired and my hands hurt and it is almost eleven. Time for sleep, I think.