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Pillow Talk

Yesterday mzdt came for a visit and he gave me some pretty flora, and he made my computer better which was better than anything so now he is my hero forever

Lots of thoughts I want to write down, but until I can make them coherent,


Z: [standing proudly, beaming at the barbecue] I have made fire!
N: [smiles]Well done. Are you going to start bringing me animals to skin that you've hunted with your own bare hands?
Z: It would hone my image of macho cool.

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[It's the weekend, somewhere in the region of 2am. the pain and spasms in my hip and lower back cause us to interrupt our intimate entertainments because I'm in too much pain. We sleep some, and then later I wake and I realise that the pain is gone. To test this out I start to slide my hips backwards and forwards and side to side]
Z: *sleepily* Are you dancing Salsa in bed?
N: Yes, I'm compensating for the sex we didn't finish having.

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[We're lying next to each other in bed. I'm upset and distressed on account of pain in hip which won't let me go to sleep and PTSD stuff in my head. Even though my crying is perfectly silent, it still wakes up Z. His arms find me in the dark. And when we've established that neither of us are going to get sleep for a while, we talk. And I do a lot more crying]

Z: I'd like to subject him [the man who assaulted me] to a lot of physical pain.
N: That's very nice honey, but what really helps me more is having you be there for me, rather than gallivanting around the world committing gallant acts of violence.
Z: How about if I do it on my intimacy days? *

[a rush of laughter; my face against the side of his neck; the sounds of our breath; sadness like a ghost in the room, and the ghosts of our smiles]

N: "Bring me flowers, hug me, listen to my sad stories..." it's a real riot for you on my intimacy days.

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Z: When you went into Tescos and asked me whether I wanted anything I thought of something funny to say that would have been wrong.
N: Oh yes?
Z: I thought of saying "Buy yourself some flowers", but I didn't.
N: You are very wise.
Z: My filter caught it.
N:You may yet live long and prosper.
Z:If I get you a CD about gardening, with lots of pictures of flowers on, is that better?
N:Would you like your coffin plain wood or with veneer?
Z:But come on honey, real flowers die. And this way... you could just look at flowers forever!
N:*mutters something about self-inflicted woes of dating an eingeneer who is a comedian* Ultimately the point of gestures of attention is that they are spontaneous. That you get me flowers not because I nag you, but because you think it would make you happy and you want to. And if you don't want to you know, that's ok, it's a sign. I mean a sign of Sadness and the Slow Ruinous Death, but still a Valid Sign.

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Z and I discussing our differing attitudes to Valentine's Day [he thinks it's great, I hate it]

Z:But honey, it's perfect! It means a man will know what to do, and then afterwards he will be safe for a year!
N:I see. So you'd only like a blow job on March 14?**

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Z: Shall I come and see you on Thursday?
N: As long as you warn me in advance so that I can kick my lovers out of the house.

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N:I care about you.
Z: And I about you.

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N: [querying Z via SMS about how he's feeling, because he's been ill]
Z: I am high on blueberry Lemsips. If I knew that medicines tasted this good I would have started getting ill sooner!
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* Intimacy days is a reference to a scene in the film, Donnie Brasco, when Depp and his wife are in counselling. And the marriage counsellor advises them to improve their relationship by splitting the week into "his and hers" intimacy days- an idea which amused Z and me and has been a running joke between us ever since.

** Steak and Blow Job Day

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actually_not
May. 4th, 2005 03:36 pm (UTC)
he's adorable that man of yours!
dubaiyan
May. 4th, 2005 07:51 pm (UTC)
real flowers do die :D
mzdt
May. 4th, 2005 11:02 pm (UTC)
yes, but apparently the computer thing was better than the flowers... ;-(
tatian
May. 4th, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
I love your chatters!
You two are such a riot! My Lord, Steak and Blowjob day! Fabulous!

Ugh! Thank you for this!
meepettemu
May. 5th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
Awwwww, hehehe :o)

Please tell me you're both still coming to our party :o)
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