Capricorn

       

 

 

 

 - house-sitting parents' place 'til early May

- Text me the legal name of my friend, Officer Fuzzbutt!

 

       Per guides: vitality, metamorphosis, chance, winning, fruitfulness, maternal care, enlightenment. 

     We have already been vetted by deceased people who knew is pretty well from the time we were born - people who now, on the Other Side, see us in a way that is the most honest, deep, 180 degrees - and these people agree that we are best together from here on out, and that we are the best pair to raise the little Norwegian after she suddenly has to become an American citizen growing up without the guidance of her favorite person. Let's have some more faith in ourselves and in the teams who have our backs on the Other Side. 

      

 

      

 

 

 

       

      

       Let's see if the Other Side follows through on what they just said: that in fact, I am not giving my cousin a birthday gift, but just a card, and suggesting the vitamins, and more importantly, I'm told that my card will not be good again, period. As of right now, I am supposed to only use cash until I get two cards through my next office job, the career in wellness, the one that will help me make a lot of money. I'm sure you can understand my frustration over being lied to about my current debit card working again today, tomorrow, or not at all. 

       

       

      When it comes to our bodies, I literally have a lot goin' on internally right now. Multiple systems have been changing, tissue and the structure of my brain, and last night, I felt movement in the skeletal structure of my nose and sinuses.  

Let's be patient about the sexual part of our connection. We both plan to change it! 

 

     Today is the 20th. I have things to do to finish getting ready. Interesting that the Other Side pushes back when I wanna pack up this pair of jeans, these hair supplies, etc., knowing what date they've been consistent about for weeks now.

      

 

 

      You don't want or need all the details, but please know that this time in our sex life is not like the future. Last night was a big part of some healing I needed, healing that I see as unavoidable. I was going to get together with the love of my life sometime, and the sex would be healthy and so good. I didn't know if I would meet that person (you, duh) during or after the healing change.  I'm relaxing into it; over time, I'll gain confidence to the point where I'll initiate things that past me never tried because she didn't trust the other person. Someday, darlin', I'm gonna add brat behavior to the variety. You'll love it when sometimes, my favorite word will be, 'no'. Right now, I'm becoming the woman who will get that satisfaction much more easily. So far, you have helped me to feel safe and fucking enthusiastic, letting myself focus on the good. You're not letting me down; you're bringing so much sensuality that I love. 

        

  

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