I'm in my own room, on my own bed, typing on a laptop that Kenny has lent me. I feel really good. I just got back from spending the last two days at Kenny's house. I went straight from work to the dance (for the last hour), then we got Thai food with the group. Kenny and I went to the house and fucked.
The next morning, he made me blueberry pancakes with coconut flour and almond milk instead of wheat flour and dairy. I sort of question how much healthier they would be than regular blueberry pancakes, but basically anything is better than the random boxes of oreos he apparently used to eat.
I need to get that boy some spices. He sauteed me fish for dinner tonight, god bless him, and that was very sweet. I would love to impart all the seasoning knowledge I have to him. I would have used lemon and salt, and butter, but he's skipping butter for now. Fresh lemon juice on fish is just a good idea. He used paprika, and really, this isn't a complaint because the man made me dinner. I just know his life would be better if-- if he does put paprika on fish, it should be decent quality. I'm going to go get him some of the Hungarian paprika I use. Spices and herbs are one of those things that just make healthy food palatable. No one wants their fish covered in red sawdust. That's just sad. Lemon. Shallots. Olive oil, if not butter. You want fish to be mild, bright, and fresh, simple and elegant.
Ok. Now that that's out of the way. Kenny really is a beautiful person. He cares for me. He tells me I'm beautiful, and stares at every inch of me. He listens to me, is thoughtful, kind, and tender. We both got tested, and I have an IUD, and we're fluid-bonded now. He's gone down on me several glorious times. I told him it was like he was licking the center of my being. I cried after the first time, because it was so beautiful. Not only did I come, but I felt loved in such a healing way. I hugged him and cried happy tears.
Now that I have that housing thing handled for now, I can look for a new job, start exercising, and download music. I want to help teach dance with Kenny, dj sometimes, and I want to throw a party with Kenny at his house. Ian and I used to throw quite popular parties, and Kenny told me that the parties he's throw have been modeled after ours. I asked him what he liked, and it happened to be the things that I was in charge of. The vibe. The lighting. The look and feel of the party--that was all me. Ian handled the music, the sound, and some of the promotion. I wrote the event invites and added pictures, did the lighting, decorating, made, arranged, and maintained food, and always had my eyes open during the party for anything that needed fixing or anyone that needed a hostess's help. And yet, I was always relaxed and having a ball at the same time. Kenny knows how to do and does all the stuff Ian did, and with my help, it's bound to be amazing.
I met Kenny's brother today. That's a big step in a relationship-- meeting family members. I like it.
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