Sexuality Happens

I just had a really good dream.

Well, the first dream of the night sucked. My partner was shoot by an ex-friend in the grocery store. I don’t know if that had to do with writing this post about being afraid when I held hands with J in Philly, but it was weird, and sad.

But the second dream? Mmmmm. There is the hot, intelligent, awesome trans guy from grad school…who blogs (I’m not sure I’m allowed to link, so I won’t), and is enjoying his first summer post up, and is just really awesome. And hot.

And I was apparently in NYC. And apparently tied him to a bed frame (with saran wrap), and we made out, and had really hot sex.

It was much more detailed, and hotter than that, but mmmm.

Also, then his apartment had a fire, so his insurance company put us both up at a hotel for a while..and we *had* to share a bed. How tragic. More sex ensued.

Yet, last night, I couldn’t even get off. I think my body is still evening out from having stopped using teh drugs.

That’s all,

-Essin’ Em