Dear Roger: Ups and Downs, Erections and Deconstructions

Well this has been a week of quite a few goings ons. The funky little band that we adore so much finally announced their album release date and their tour schedule. Amazingly, they are coming back to Portland. It had been anticipated that they would spend this summer over in Europe and it would just be a long, lonely summer with nothing much going on, but no, they are coming back here in August. The news was like a break in the clouds for us. It gives me an out for having to send daughter to AZ. Her father knows that if he were to come between her and a chance to see the band, he would be forever on her shit list, so he will have to either come up here on my turf where I know there are cops on every corner and we are safe or he will just have to not see her. It was good news in any regards and it perked us all up. It may seem like a small thing to most people, but considering there is soo much that began with that funky little band, it was big news to us.

So things are off on interesting note with the man from my past. We seem to have picked up where we left off. Its nice to have him to talk to again, but odd as well. I found out he was able to see my tweets and that about caused my stomach to fall out of my boots. I tend to block most real life people out of my twitter feed, especially those from my past like him because I am so different from when I knew them. I dont censor myself on my twitter or tumblr feed, so when I find out someone who knew the old me is reading them, its kinda like your parents finding your porn...its just...ewww! As a writer I am soo kinda bashful about my writing anyway. When I meet someone who has read my stories and they discuss the sex scenes, I kinda die a little inside. Yeah, I am a grown up and all about the sex, but I thought my sex scenes were pretty tame. I dont do the graphic, in fact I tried to go for realistic, which at my age can be kinda awkward, embarrassing, fraught with worries and over too soon. Writing a sex scene with a younger man in it was fun, and I drew on my past a little bit, but still talking about it with someone had me blushing because its just not something I do! I dont even want to discuss the slash sex scene I wrote, thats a whole nuther ball of wax.

My writing has picked up again and I have started writing the sequel to my most popular story. Its not starting off quite as funny as the original, but its in the very rough, note taking stage. SO far there has been a fight, drunken photography, tazering, and naked handcuffing, so I have hopes I will find the funny.

I joined a gym that has tanning and all kinds of amenities. I need to be doing something everyday other than sitting in a coffee shop watching for cute guys to wander in and out. I figure if I get back into working out and getting into shape again, I will be happier and more likely to meet someone I have something in common with.

Im rearranging the apartment again this weekend. It drives son crazy, but I just get the urge to restructure everything and make it all look different, so I will strike while he is gone to Idaho this weekend to a basketball tournament.

Daughter is getting yet another award at her school today. I am so damn proud of her. She was over the moon with news of the concert and such, and then she dropped the news of the award on me, so we were just having a happy, bouncy fun time for the past couple of days. She has been very cutely trying to find out what my favorite cake is and what I want for my birthday. Its very sweet because there is really nothing she can do about it. I haven't been very helpful to her I am afraid, I told her no cake, we could just make some smoothies or something and I already had what I wanted for my birthday. She got a little annoyed with me, so I finally told her that I wanted her and her brother to let me take some nice, family pictures without any bickering or fighting. I think that made her happy. But she was sneaking off with paper out of my printer, so I think I am getting some artwork to add to my fridge collection.