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linden_jayMy boy comes back today, my boy comes back today, MY BOY COMES BACK TODAY!!!!!
(Yes. I'm a little excited. I'm sure it doesn't show).
If anyone doesn't know, the boy/my boy = The Academic Husband. We've called each other 'boy' and 'girl' since... hell, I want to say back when we were still dating, it seems like that long. It got me into some really interesting confusion when I started writing in games that were involving D/s, BDSM, and kink, since there, 'boy' and 'girl' have a whoooooole different meaning, but when I started it, it was a Peter Pan thing. When Wendy sees Peter in 'Hook', she always says 'Hello, boy', and I liked it and I stole it, and it took off from there.
God, I love that boy.
I can be a lot to put up with. And I don't really mean that in a bad way, but it is true. Being with someone who's in theatre can be a massive pain in the ass. Your hours are different than the rest of the regular world. The job is never. done. Especially when you're directing or doing stage management, where it all comes home with you and you spend half your day obsessed with bizarre assed little questions and facts. Like the three days I spent researching different methods of suicide, because I couldn't figure out what would be the best method for Juliet to kill herself with in a more modern version of Romeo and Juliet (survey said? Slitting her wrists). You come home from rehearsal elated and babbling, or frustrated and ranting. And for people who don't get it, it's annoying. It's frustrating. I'm blessed because he's not one of those people. He gets it. He gets me. Even when I don't get me.
He's been away for almost a week doing research at a university library in Vancouver and visiting friends of ours down there. It was good for him to get a break and have some fun, and it was good for me to have some solitude for a little while, especially after the complete state of FUBAR (not the cat) that the end of last year was, but fuck, I missed him. When he's not here, I don't sleep. Even more than I ordinarily don't sleep, and for an insomniac as bad as I am, that's saying something.
Did I mention? MY BOY COMES BACK TODAY!
hee.
(Yes. I'm a little excited. I'm sure it doesn't show).
If anyone doesn't know, the boy/my boy = The Academic Husband. We've called each other 'boy' and 'girl' since... hell, I want to say back when we were still dating, it seems like that long. It got me into some really interesting confusion when I started writing in games that were involving D/s, BDSM, and kink, since there, 'boy' and 'girl' have a whoooooole different meaning, but when I started it, it was a Peter Pan thing. When Wendy sees Peter in 'Hook', she always says 'Hello, boy', and I liked it and I stole it, and it took off from there.
God, I love that boy.
I can be a lot to put up with. And I don't really mean that in a bad way, but it is true. Being with someone who's in theatre can be a massive pain in the ass. Your hours are different than the rest of the regular world. The job is never. done. Especially when you're directing or doing stage management, where it all comes home with you and you spend half your day obsessed with bizarre assed little questions and facts. Like the three days I spent researching different methods of suicide, because I couldn't figure out what would be the best method for Juliet to kill herself with in a more modern version of Romeo and Juliet (survey said? Slitting her wrists). You come home from rehearsal elated and babbling, or frustrated and ranting. And for people who don't get it, it's annoying. It's frustrating. I'm blessed because he's not one of those people. He gets it. He gets me. Even when I don't get me.
He's been away for almost a week doing research at a university library in Vancouver and visiting friends of ours down there. It was good for him to get a break and have some fun, and it was good for me to have some solitude for a little while, especially after the complete state of FUBAR (not the cat) that the end of last year was, but fuck, I missed him. When he's not here, I don't sleep. Even more than I ordinarily don't sleep, and for an insomniac as bad as I am, that's saying something.
Did I mention? MY BOY COMES BACK TODAY!
hee.
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