Laughing All The Way

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Being better than terrible

In the 48 hours since I received the call on Friday after work, I spent a total of 21 of those hours on the phone with Bruce.

He and I talk. About stuff. For hours (clearly).

I’ve pushed him out of his comfort zone, which is approximately 3 square inches. He has a hard time answering questions about sex. It’s not the idea or the act of sex, it’s that he’s not okay with talking about sex. Which if you know me, or have ever read my blog, you know that I talk about sex (vaginal, anal, oral) and I use words that make sailors blush (pussy, cunt, whore), often all in the same conversation. Not hugely problematic, but still enough of a ding ding that makes me take notice of the lack of verbiage on the subject. He knows enough to know the pieces that he needs to know so there is a knowing that makes me at least reassured that it can be done, even if it can’t be discussed. And to be honest, the end of the weekend saw him being able to speak of the nether nethers without blushing (and I totally heard him blush over the phone)

He’s okay with a lot of the things that he knows, and as I am just about exposed as can be on my blog, he’s been informed of the to and fro that defined my last year. He’s not okay with a few things, but those are things that can be changed. I am not too worried. I can quit any time (spoken like a true user).

Ahhhh, but the talking, endless talking. Talking. Talking. Talking.

There is something to be said for talking.

He doesn’t live in Boston (what else is new?). Now the talk is about the visit. Time and money to collide in such a way as to converge on a date and place. Then the beyond because the time limit is 6 to 12 months. Thresholds being what they are, he and I will meet ours sooner or later (sooner) and it’s funny, because I think the decision has already been made. Certain certainties are such that we acknowledge the realities and what they mean.

So, being vague, as I am, things are looking…not terrible. In fact they are better than terrible.