make me purr

She’s gone again this week. Out of town, leaving me alone with the pup and the cat. The cat mostly hangs out in the basement, being too crochety to enjoy playing with the pup.

It’s just the pup and me, hanging out, watching the Oblongs together… It’s pretty quiet around here, which just emphasizes the wheezing little farts she lets out. Cute little dog, and I know she’s healthy, but – oof.

and I know it’s her.. cuz it sure isn’t me, and there’s no one else here. Starts sounding like a scene from _Taxi Driver_…

Think I’ll dig out some candles tonight.

Noooo, not to set the mood, you pervs. I don’t need candles for that. Not when I’m alone.

Who is the state to think they can dictate who can and who can’t get married? I would think that would (and SHOULD) be up to individual churches or religions. The Catholic church won’t (or it didn’t used to) marry a mixed-religion couple. Both people had to be Catholic.

I would say – let each religion and church decide for themselves if they can tolerate homosexual marriage.

Then also let each couple – het, bi, straight, – go to the city courthouse and sign some form of domestic partnership papers. Then, whether or not a couple is married “in the sigh of the church”, they can still be married “by law”, and deal with all the pros and cons of that.

But – to have the government say “No, you can’t get married” is like having them say “No, you can’t get baptized. You, over there, you can’t convert to another religion.” Marriage itself is a religious thing. The government’s recognition of a couple SHOULD NOT be tied to a religious ceremony.

Imagine the government saying “You. You’ve been baptized a Christian. You can own a house. You can take out a loan. You can have a tax break.”  Think that would fly? OH HELL NO!

That’s what they are saying. “You. You and your sweetheart have been together for years, but WE refuse to recognize you. If your sweetheart financially supports you, she can’t claim you (like a het couple can do, when one stays home to raise kids). Only SOME of the jobs out there will let you claim your sweetie, so you both can have health insurance.”

However, any man and any woman can get married “just for fun”. They can divorce a day later.

Who exactly are they protecting? Do “they” just think gay couples are too “icky” to deserve marriage? Are their own partnerships so fragile that if I get that tax break, or if she wears that ring, that suddenly they will be forced to fall apart?

Today I dropped her off at the airport. My faithful readers know she got a new job offer – it involves a bit of travel for a while. She’ll be back this weekend, so it won’t be too long. I’ll be lonely anyway though. I think she saw me hide her nightgown – it’s going to cover a pillow tonight, so I have something to cuddle up to that vaguely resembles her.

Before we left, though, we got in some snuggle time on the couch. I started rubbing up against her, running my fingers along her thigh. She liked that, and though we didn’t have a lot of time, she unzipped her jeans. I just tickled her legs and then up towards her undies. Pink with white polka dots today…. I kept watching the show on tv, pretending not to notice she’d closed her eyes and had a half-smile on her face. Steadily rubbing, not really trying too hard, then slowly slipping a finger underneath. She whimpered just a little. I don’t think she knows she does it, it’s so quiet. A little rub here, a little tickle there, and she was arching her back into the couch cushions.  We didn’t have a lot of time, so I slid my fingers down and just barely into her. 

Only moments later she was moaning and I could feel her squeezing my fingers inside, and I withdrew my sticky wet hand. She had to run to clean up, change undies, and then off we went so she could catch her plane.

At least I sent her off with a dreamy smile on her face.

I’ll have to come up with something good to welcome her back.

These last couple of weeks have been rather eventful for me.  First, my sweetie got a new job offer, and we went out to celebrate. We celebrated a little too heartily, and wound up crashing at a nearby hotel, rather than try to drive back home.

This would have been almost romantic, if either of us had been in any shape to even think sexy thoughts, much less act upon them. The next day was even worse.

This weekend began with a housewarming party. I should have known better, but I was full of Halloween cheer and feeling social. I watched as romance, or something like it, blossomed between two partygoers. We left shortly after that.

The next day was Halloween, and for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t dress up for it… I suppose I could have said I was some romantically ill Victorian lady, but who would I have been kidding? I stayed in bed with cold compresses, ginger ale, and soup.

I felt almost dirty.

Halloween is my high holy day of the year – my favorite holiday – one that doesn’t involve calling relatives, or guilt trips because I didn’t fly home to visit. It’s a holiday that doesn’t require gifts to one and all, nor are there “Halloween Drives” for the less fortunate.

Halloween is just about fun. Costumes, candy, some scary movies thrown in….

Oh well…I’ll do better next year.

Then… today…