Moose's Archives - May, 2005

Entry the Six Hundred and Ninety Third

08 May 2005

Overdue Update

I was reminded by someone that I'd not updated in a while. Whoops.

The results from the blood tests were, as expected, normal. So they had me contact a neurologist and get checked out. I did an intake, did the standard hop-on-one-foot and touch-your-nose-with-both-hands kind of tests, and we chatted for a while about what had happened and what the possibilities could be. He stressed that we could never find out what happened, I allowed as how I knew that, but still wanted to get checked to rule out things. I'd much rather know than not. So he referred me to get an MRI (to check the nerves) and an MRA (to check the blood vessels), as well as two other things that I can't remember but which have to happen in his office (an ultrasound of the carotid artery and something else).

I had the MRI week before last and it just left me wiped out. I hadn't expected how exhausted I would feel afterward. The nurse reassured me that was normal and that it was from the MRI itself, not the dye they used to check things. In any case, I came home and pretty much zombied the rest of the night.

The MRA is scheduled for the 16th, the Monday after the next Celebrate the Body Erotic weekend that I'm doing with Richard this upcoming weekend. Not exactly a fun thing to look forward to, but doable. Again, I'd rather know than not.

Aside from that, I'm training away, though not as much as I think I'd like to be doing. We had a bad movie night yesterday that was tons of fun, and went to a cookout over on the Hill today. Tired from staying up and drinking some, but will hop up and run in the morning nonetheless, after I get my butt to bed here and grab some needed sleep.

Entry the Six Hundred and Ninety Fourth

09 May 2005

The Jobs We Call 'Blow'

With CBE coming up this weekend, I'm getting in what I can before the self-imposed exile from ejaculation (though not from eroticism, of course). In that spirit I went out to meet a gentleman this evening, one who lives not far from here by bike. "Geographically desirable" I believe the phrase is, though he was also very cute.

Got over, got a bit of water post-ride, got in gropes, clothes came off.

Hands ran over flesh, nipples were tweaked, tongues ran up and down necks.

Onto the bed, tossing and turning around, trading sensations.

Eventually we settled into a nice 69 position, and that's when the fun began.

Now, truth be told, I've never been much for blow jobs. They're nice as foreplay, but have never been a means to the orgasmic end for me. A couple of men have come close, but none have made it happen since the first one I had back in 1991 (which was also my first time having sex, so I was ready to pop then). Sadly, it didn't happen tonight, either, but it was incredibly fun in the trying.

His dick had slight downward curve to it, which was actually quite nice while going down on it. Which I did, with gusto. He was similarly entranced with my own, enjoying the sensation of the metal on the back of his mouth. I took his down completely to the root several times, stifling the gag reflex as best I could. Stayed down there, wiggled around some, enjoyed the sensation of having the entire thing in my mouth. Came up, tongued the head, used my hand some around the base while moving up and down the top of the shaft and head. Lather, rinse, repeat.

He asked me if I was getting close. Truth be told, I was pretty damned hard, and was quite enjoying the sensations. He said he was about to pop. I always take that as a challenge to make it happen, and happen it did. All over my shoulder and chest. Love that sensation.

I was close, but not close enough, so I took myself in hand while he tongued around my balls. That sensation was enough to get me there pretty quickly, and I exploded all over my stomach, much to his delight (and my own).

I think, in retrospect, that one of the most fun things about it was that it just happened. No need to get out equipment. No need to fumble with lube or condoms. Just two bodies and a lot of fun. I might have to explore this a bit more...

Entry the Six Hundred and Ninety Fifth

13 May 2005

Credit, CBE, PDA

A good attention paid to your credit certainly pays off.

I took out a loan last week from my employee credit union and used it to pay off three of my five credit cards. Some of these were debts that I've been servicing since graduate school, while foolishly trying to keep up with The Ex in spending. It is a very, very happy thing to see those hated balances reduced to zeros and the interest rate on the instrument of their demise less than half of what the card issuers were charging me. This alone will cut the time needed to kill those debts by a period of years.

I mention it today, though I directed the payments be made last week, because the last of the three finally hit my checking account this afternoon (after having shown the credit for the better part of a week now - go fig, usually they take the money first and then wait to show the credit - strange company). So, I just need to monitor two of the cards to pay down the final interest that might be owed for any balance that accumulated over the course of this billing cycle (cleaned out one of those yesterday), and they'll be really and truly set at zeros. The next step is to take the credit limits up slightly so they never look on my credit reports as if I ever went over my credit limit, and I'll be done with the cards. I'll not close them immediately, as that looks fishy on a credit report as well, but they'll probably all eventually get killed, just to kill off the memories they carry with them. I look forward to tacking them to my bulletin board with the other card I killed sometime last year or the year before.

So, finally on a path to actually seeing an end to the insanity that is my credit debt (we won't talk about my student loans, but the interest rates are very, very low on those, and they did make my current income level possible, so it's hard to resent them too much).

In other news, I take off with Richard to go to Celebrate the Body Erotic this weekend. I did it last year, and am really looking forward to this year's session. I paid for his way to this one as his christmas present this year. Should be good training for him and a good refresher for me. We're both very much looking forward to both the classes and the time away from DC. We'll see if I go through email withdrawal or not. ;-)

Speaking of which, I've been thinking about options for a replacement for my current PDA. I like the C, it's basically what I need, except I can't get email everywhere I'd like to, which is a pain. I'm still heavily leaning toward the Treo 650 with Sprint, but pairing, say, a Tungsten T5 with a bluetooth phone isn't necessarily a bad idea, either. I just like the all-in-one concept of the 650, though - carrying one device instead of two (since I pretty much carry both with me everywhere as it is). Still ruminating over it, though, so nothing's set in stone yet. I do like the idea of being able to get email wherever (yes, I'm that obsessive about my email).

Entry the Six Hundred and Ninety Sixth

22 May 2005

CBE Recap, Tests, Caffeine

As with last year, the experience at Celebrate the Body Erotic was well worth it again this year.

I'm also really glad I took Richard with me this time. He had a good experience, and I think found it something that he valued pretty highly.

And as with last year, I became Mister Giggles during the big draw at the end. It's an emotional experience for many of the guys there, myself included. But where most of the men end up crying their eyes out, I laugh. I just found myself sitting there thinking, "how could there ever be anything that wasn't right about this experience?" And, "how could you not feel an incredible sense of liberation and outright joy at having this connection with these diverse men?" I suppose I am very lucky that I was never abused as a child, sexually or otherwise, since that seems to be a lot of what comes out with some of the men.

I did have one odd moment where a classmate of mine from Junior and Senior High School appeared briefly, in full 80s helmet-hair a la Junior High. I remember mentally screwing up my face and telling her that she had no part in this and banishing her from my presence. That was the last I saw of her, and I was quickly drawn into the other, more positive energy that was welling up.

One change from last year was that I concentrated more on my breathing, and calmed some of the laughter so I wasn't having to be reminded to breathe, period. Last year I was laughing so hard they kept having to come over and remind me to breathe. This year, no reminders were needed save those I gave myself.

Overall the weekend was a great smash. It was wonderful getting out of town for the weekend. My allergies loved that I wasn't around the cats as much as I normally am (insert loud sigh here). I did get up and run on Sunday, as I had on Friday before we left. While out doing that I saw a pair of deer and a fox on my back-and-forth up and down the driveway. All in all, a very good experience.

Monday I had the MRA for the neurologist, and scheduled my remaining tests and the follow up. Wednesday was the sonogram of the carotid artery (which was neither as slimy nor as long as I expected). Next Thursday is some other test, then the 3rd is my follow up to go over the tests and see if anything, aside from lovely bills, came of them.

One other thing that came out of this past weekend was that I'm getting up earlier, and I've been slowly ditching caffeine this week. I'm hoping this soda I'm sipping, mid-afternoon as I write this, will be the last I have in a very long while.