Web

A relationship is both safety net, and a web that holds you down.  Support and restraint.

It's been perhaps a month since my online profile has been visible.  I am in a relationship with a woman that has been married, at least in some sense of the word, for eight years.  It's not sordid, it's polymorphic and open.  Recent invitations remind me of the new British comedy I watched this week, entitled Threesome, but I'm not likely to move in that particular direction.

I know one of you in particular, reading this right now, might consider my situation to be ironic, or karmic, but it's different than when I was seeing the musician and the prof at the same time, because I have no pressing need to be the sole owner of the role I'm in.  Things are what they are, and I will happily take what makes me happy in the current situation for as long as that situation exists.

It's apparently a fulfilling enough state of being that the only longing glances I'm making these days are at sexy young bottoms that happen by, not digitized photos and self-revelations from the web. 

I wonder how long this moment will last.