Hannibal Rising

Okay, it’s not another day, but here’s the story.

Slick has earned it.  Some things have happened that have made him stronger, and he’s handling things like he should have years ago.  Even back then, he earned his stripes by not treating me like a dirty secret.  He accused me of being obsessed for wanting to hear from him more than once a week though, and that was the last he heard from me for four years.

See, that was before I looked into the dark side and realized where I went wrong.  This time around, he’s older and wiser, but I’m not taking any chances.  I was too soft back then, and too open about my feelings.  I must have given him the impression that I was desperate and couldn’t walk away.

I can be like that with someone I really care about.  I am so enthralled with them when we’re together that they could think they were the only man in the world to me.  I’m not trying to be deceptive, and that’s really not a thing to be deceptive about.  I think it’s just a matter of experience.  If every woman they were ever with, wanted something from them other than love and respect, a woman being truly interested in them could be strange.  So they’re thinking, “Yeah, I got this,” and feel free to mess up.  Then the find out that I have limits after they’ve lost me.

I don’t really know if he views me as less than he deserves, but he’s at least polite enough not to say so or seem so.  So we’ll see.  He’s navigating the pit of broken glass one has to walk over with bare feet to get back into my good graces deftly enough.

He is only three years older than me though.  He’s one of those older guys who laughs in the face of gravity, and lifts heavy objects, perhaps out of spite.  So as soon as I’ve boosted his -heh- confidence enough, he may well feel that he’s too good for me, and fly away or screw up again.  I don’t know.  Once someone has failed me once, it is difficult for me to believe they won’t do it again.

…but for now, he does seem to care…and has a cute ass, a phenomenal brain, and strong legs.  He’ll do.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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