this morning i am still a little dumb-founded by moulin rouge, and i am not sure whether that was the cold medicine, glass of wine, or the fast/flashy-ness of the movie (throw in a cute cute grrlie in lingerie...). woah. so odd, so cheezy, and so dear. i did like, yes, i did, in the same bizarre way that i liked dancer in the dark.

*raises an eyebrow*

yes.

and a dream last night of TT and i in the tub. i use a vibrator on his back because he is hurting something awful, and i worry about the electricity vs. water, for this one plugs in! the whal, i think. there are two large screened windows above the tub, and we, exhibitionists that we can be, leave the drapes open to the evening. two man-boys walk by and stop, gaze in and discuss us. we hear them perfectly, and invite them in to the apartment. we get out of the tub and wait for them in satin robes. they take us upstairs to meet our apartment/house mates who share the building with us. they are oh so cute grrlies, and lesbians to boot! one of them has palm-sized, black-n-white fairies tattooed across her stomach and hips, as if flying over her. i find this out after we disrobe. the boys, including TT, disappear/fade away, and it is just grrlies, ...writhing around,hot and... i remember one of the grrlies has vertical barbells in her nipples. i think of ways to bring them home to TT.

*smiles and blushes*

and this weekend, in the next entry...