Seattle roadtrip
Went to the Seattle Anarchist Bookfair last weekend to table for my radio project, freeradicalradio.net
I took two ride shares up there and ended up sleeping in a park for a long time. The bookfair was fun but uneventful. There was a presentation on cruelty that I found particularly interesting. Anyways. I ended up meeting up with Snail who was already traveling with a friend, on Sunday. So began 4 days of hanging with each other....
We ended up driving out to camp fairly quickly and spent Sunday at a very beautiful and isolated lake in the forest in washington. It was fucking awesome. We had some heavy conversations about our feelings and about me wanting to know more, and snail fought that and I think they ended up being right about that and a lot of stuff made more sense to me after that. It made more sense that there are just some things they don't want to talk about, and I'm down with that. They wanted me to support them and hug them and be there, and I usually am, and want to continue to be. So the trip goes on....
The most eventful part of the trip was Tuesday night. They were laying on the floor of a room we were crashing in and I came in and laid next to them and hugged them. Dialogue goes as follows:
Snail: i like you
me: I like you a lot
Snail: How much
me: you don't want to know
Snail: yes i do
me: i really don't think you do
snail: tell me
me: are you sure?
snail: yes I'm sure
me: I love you
snail: I know, I love you sometimes
After a brief discussion about how Snail knew i loved them and knew I didn't want to say those words to put pressure on them, they told me that they were happy I loved them and felt good about it, and also that they knew I was trying not to say it. Kind of funny.
Fast forward past hours of cuddling and kissing and then falling asleep to me waking up in the middle of the night and spooning snail with a giant hug. Snail says : Cosmo, I love you.
So on I go. A new relationship, 5 months now. The most mature, healthy, loving, poly, respectful, fun, and non-dramatic relationship I have ever been in. Snail doesn't want to fuck me and I don't want to fuck them. We want to kiss and cuddle and talk and I will make out with their hips and thighs for hours and they will hit me and burn me and tell me they care about me and like me and love me and I will do the same. As someone once said about their relationship with me, " I won't doubt the moments of magic in this one." And with Snail, it is magic, and I don't doubt that, and I won't ever forget that.
I took two ride shares up there and ended up sleeping in a park for a long time. The bookfair was fun but uneventful. There was a presentation on cruelty that I found particularly interesting. Anyways. I ended up meeting up with Snail who was already traveling with a friend, on Sunday. So began 4 days of hanging with each other....
We ended up driving out to camp fairly quickly and spent Sunday at a very beautiful and isolated lake in the forest in washington. It was fucking awesome. We had some heavy conversations about our feelings and about me wanting to know more, and snail fought that and I think they ended up being right about that and a lot of stuff made more sense to me after that. It made more sense that there are just some things they don't want to talk about, and I'm down with that. They wanted me to support them and hug them and be there, and I usually am, and want to continue to be. So the trip goes on....
The most eventful part of the trip was Tuesday night. They were laying on the floor of a room we were crashing in and I came in and laid next to them and hugged them. Dialogue goes as follows:
Snail: i like you
me: I like you a lot
Snail: How much
me: you don't want to know
Snail: yes i do
me: i really don't think you do
snail: tell me
me: are you sure?
snail: yes I'm sure
me: I love you
snail: I know, I love you sometimes
After a brief discussion about how Snail knew i loved them and knew I didn't want to say those words to put pressure on them, they told me that they were happy I loved them and felt good about it, and also that they knew I was trying not to say it. Kind of funny.
Fast forward past hours of cuddling and kissing and then falling asleep to me waking up in the middle of the night and spooning snail with a giant hug. Snail says : Cosmo, I love you.
So on I go. A new relationship, 5 months now. The most mature, healthy, loving, poly, respectful, fun, and non-dramatic relationship I have ever been in. Snail doesn't want to fuck me and I don't want to fuck them. We want to kiss and cuddle and talk and I will make out with their hips and thighs for hours and they will hit me and burn me and tell me they care about me and like me and love me and I will do the same. As someone once said about their relationship with me, " I won't doubt the moments of magic in this one." And with Snail, it is magic, and I don't doubt that, and I won't ever forget that.
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