I was hanging out with a new friend last night and, based on the extensive research she did on me thanks to this site, she made a staggering observation
“You haven’t taken things slow in awhile, have you?”
I’m the first to admit that in a relationship context, I’m not patient. I try to rush things, fuck first, ask questions later, and while it’s fun in the short run, it sours in the long run because I fucked first, asked questions later. It’s a pattern I’ve recognized and understand that I need to break it in order to break this cycle of failure in my romantic relationships. This also opened a larger can of worms that I’ll delve into in a longer essay I want to write that explores my views on sexuality and how I got here and where I would like to go.
The home buying front just got a little weird. The broker is ready to go to closing yet the title is not in HUDs name yet (I got a HUD loan) which is weird because how can you sell something that isn’t yours? If they can’t fix this in a week, we’ll have to file an extension with HUD for ten more days. After that if closing doesn’t happen, I may have to start from scratch. I would think that in this buyer’s market, they would make it easier on someone who wants to buy a home.
In my moving and packing, I found a cyberpunkesque story I wrote when I was 16. I punched it up a lot and put it here for you to read (you’re welcome).
Finally, the latest installment of Sex Laws is up here.