Man!Unit threw a monkey wrench in the mix this afternoon. He suggested that I might like to have a girl to play with. Not a girlfriend. Not a girl for us to play with, ‘cause for the equation to be balanced he’d have to pick up a dude —and that’s not going to fucking happen. (Which pretty much covers 2 of the 3 main issues that cropped up with babydaddy. Sharing a girl and sharing my boy. Leo Moon in the Eleventh, Saturn in Scorpio in Libra Second: I’m not well-disposed to sharing attention or people.) Plus, Not a Girlfriend. There’s a libertine boy (cross-dressing 1902 Lesbian?) in my brain who loves that idea. Girls are fucking crazy. Too many text messages. In 6 years of working with ‘em, I’ve learned that if you’re not looking for a relationship: you had better carry stone tablets of Terms & Conditions, or prepare to change your number and skip town. Pretty much your only choices. So, no. It’s probably not a good idea to troll the shop. I’m likely not supposed to go a-hunting at the club, either. Pffft. If I don’t act like a silly bitch, (III ill dignified) and go a-humping chicks willy-nilly all over the place… and I make sure to utilize this opportunity in a fashion appropriate to my path… and he’s not just fishing (‘cause he’s superpsychic) to find out why I made an AdultFriendFinder account (to see if I could spy on his ex *cough*)… it -could- work. lol. Maybe after I ask real people practical questions it’s time to perform the first bit of a OotK. (Spread.)((The End.)) 

I had proper sexytimes last night. I think it has something to do with proving I won’t freak out about not ever having any intimacy just after we’ve finally had.. y’know.. intimacy. Also I am surrounded by boys who really would like to have sex with me. In person boys. I’m sure the pheromones and how they hit my alpha love are partial culprits. . 

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It is entirely possible that my guides have linked my sex life to our cash flow as a way of forcing me to manifest abundance. It’s been about a month since oral sex, more than two since sex, (amazing) cunnilingus went out the window six months ago, and any hint of D/s was ceased (discussed and mutually set aside *grumble*) a year ago. Our life feels a lot like we’ve had a birth, in that round-the-clock feeding+changing a screaming infant way. We’re growing through teamwork and all that shit. I may snap soon if I don’t get some quality dirty time. Nothing gets me to subconscious magix better than backing me into a corner. I know, I just fucking KNOW that abundance and stability will bring the emotional freedom for an amazing sex life. This smacks of character-building lessons and strategic bullshittery. Chicken and egg stuff. Ego death by vaginal explosion/implosion, lots of fucking money and delicious sexytimes. I’ll ask myself, “Did going insane make the money come in? Or did I blow a gasket because I somehow found out in advance that it was coming?” And the sex will be so fucking amazing that we transcend time, so it will somehow be happening throughout the entire process.

PS: Now I know I need to get a new copy of the Thoth deck, because I just accidentally flipped the 8 of Disks into a bucket of hot citronella wax. My guides (is this the HGA? I know the HGA is _in_ on it..): they are subtle.

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Name the mudra! I wanna say it’s the special one that people are often too superstitious to depict, but I can’t remember what -that- one is called. It’s all feminine mystique and magickal vagina chaos. Yeah, baby. Yeah.