long weekend
Jul. 13th, 2004 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fictionalwell, i am back home, after a long weekend spent with d. at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magnetgirl's house. we had a very nice time, though i was plagued with all manner of little illnesses, and was occasionally cranky as a result. but still there was good pasta, and diner food, and dessert at the hungarian pastry shop, where we four got soaked in a summer storm. also, King Arthur which really was, in my opinion, the slashiest movie ever, and absolut kourant screwdrivers, and washington square park and dinner with k. where we three laughed at everything and everyone and was so much more fun than it had any right to be. there was lovemaking, and smiles as the boys geeked to eighties cartoons, and snuggles and a hand to hold while walking down the street, and a cheek to drool against in the long watches of the night, someone to steal the covers, and splatter water on my face in the shower. even when i grew angry and exasperated, it was like the irritation caused by one's own rebellious body - something you could never, would never want to lose, even if you thought you did.
now i am feeling lonely, and naked.
as if a phantom limb had grown back in the night, as if the mutilation was obvious for everyone to see.
magnetgirl's house. we had a very nice time, though i was plagued with all manner of little illnesses, and was occasionally cranky as a result. but still there was good pasta, and diner food, and dessert at the hungarian pastry shop, where we four got soaked in a summer storm. also, King Arthur which really was, in my opinion, the slashiest movie ever, and absolut kourant screwdrivers, and washington square park and dinner with k. where we three laughed at everything and everyone and was so much more fun than it had any right to be. there was lovemaking, and smiles as the boys geeked to eighties cartoons, and snuggles and a hand to hold while walking down the street, and a cheek to drool against in the long watches of the night, someone to steal the covers, and splatter water on my face in the shower. even when i grew angry and exasperated, it was like the irritation caused by one's own rebellious body - something you could never, would never want to lose, even if you thought you did.now i am feeling lonely, and naked.
as if a phantom limb had grown back in the night, as if the mutilation was obvious for everyone to see.
