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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Chairlessness
a temporary state
and throughout it Shiloh was licking my ear. It made me think of something Pop Culture Detective brought up in a video - predatory relationships framed as romantic. But not the words, the reasoning - rather a videoclip, where someone was licking someone else's ear as a makeout thing, in an exaggerated comic way.
"Licking ears...no," I thought. "Too much like a dog."
I thought this, slightly like someone with nipples sore from breastfeeding who directs a lover's kisses elsewhere - except non-sore, kidless, by myself at the moment, even the dog doggone gone. Just wanting to be canoodled humanly, not puptonically. Ah. Technique: bite the earlobe, but without teeth. Pull it between lips, even lips chapped by winter. Mmm. Personable.
But others might find it sexy to have their ears licked - why not? People are free, free, free to do all sorts of wild and kinky things when I'm not looking.
Like knitting. I don't get knitting.
But on a less frivolous note, He Who Is Not a Dog is thankfully neither homeless nor chairless at the moment.
David and his sister had a disagreeable misunderstanding over their mother's house - and the mother not dead but living elsewhere. She thought she could have the whole large house for herself and her family; she felt she needed the space for her two kids; she thought, or said she thought, he only wanted to sleep in the basement room during Christmas vacation. But he expected he could stay there for the winter and spring if the winter-term lecture jobs in Montreal or Toronto didn't work out (they didn't). Her apparent presumption pushed him away, and he didn't want to talk about it with her and get pushed further, push back, fall into a worse argument.
But finally they talked things out and for now he can live in her and her husband's old house in the suburb past the valley. They're planning to sell it, but not yet, and so he's stationed there this term and I'm to visit him on Tuesday if the forces of the universe allow.
Concordia has a week trimmed off its semester so I'm not starting class until the 15th. But tomorrow I should see if there are books to buy, since the buildings open then.
Anyway. This sounds like a retort, a challenge: "BITE me!" And a joke to whisper, sensitive: "without teeth." Sensible and sensual. And cents for sending cards are saved! VIA "preference points" from past trips pave my way, calloo callay! I bring a homemade crossword puzzle as myrrh, a book with opera summaries as frankincense. Epiphany.
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