1 August 1998
 
Stop Licking Me!   
 
    Having two children nearly the same age is quite an experience.  They fight about the most amazingly trivial and inconsequential things, and they attack each other with anything from wet tongues to thumb tacks to boogers.  I'm hoping they work out most of their combativeness early; the Huz and his brother used to pull knives on each other, and that's a bit too far.
    Heh, knowing me, I bet you thought the title was sexual.  Believe me, I seldom beg for the licking to stop.
    I have been seeing more of the pilots over the last couple weeks.  Johnboy was kind enough to jump start me at work last week, even though he was in a hurry to the other side of the airstrip.  I also poked my head into his apartment the other day, as the rain was beginning to fall and his rear truck window was still open.  Barechested, stirring a sterno-heated pot of noodles, he assured me that the rain doesn't fall into the rear window, so he often leaves it open.  Billboard Boy remarked on the blueness of my hair day before yesterday, as we redneckedly stopped our trucks in the middle of the untrafficked street to shoot the breeze a little.  He's been taking tests like crazy to round out his instructor's certification, the most recent being one about instruction techniques.  Remarkably, all this study has caused him to turn down excursions for beer.  What a constitution!
    I've been feeling a bit more hetero past several weeks, though I have seen a couple women who make me drool, especially at the Reunion.  You don't think I am naming names do you?  That's the thing about being bi for me, I have certain needs at certain times, and these days being enfolded in masculine strength is what feels needed.  Course it don't hurt a bit that I am loopy nuts over a certain bad boy whose name you are probably sick of reading.
    The Huz was very kind to rearrange his photography plans today to afford me a bit more rest.  He had planned on my coming down to Maryland with the kids so he could have everyone photographed, but the kids were down last weekend, and I was run completely exhausted from all the traveling and socializing, and even as of yesterday had not recovered.  He decided we could find a place up here to do photos, and so should be on his way up here as I am typing.  This means I didn't have to drive sleepy all night, and I actually got to sleep until eight this morning.  Such luxury!
    I have not received permission to blab about a guest coming to see me this month, but I am bubbling with excitement over it, so I have to tell something.  Let's see, what bits are safe?  This human (general enough for ya?) is coming a great distance, actually relocating to a distant portion of my country.  This individual will arrive not too far from me, commiserate with friends, stay the night at my place, take a medium-short trip with me, then hook up with other friends who'll accompany that individual to a land far, far away.  How's that?  Hmm that might still be revealing too much.  Fuckit, that's as basic as it gets.
    So, today deserves some relaxing activities.  I think sticking stars to my ceiling and painting on my truck a bit.  And yes the photos. 
--Spring 
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