Back in the Saddle

After three weeks of lockdown, Papa II was able to come over for the weekend.  In that time, I’ve been preparing for LE to come back to Israel and clearing out the workshop, which returns to being his office while he’s here.  That, and the fact that Oshun has given me a great gift, inspired me to do some long overdue cleaning and organizing.  Before, my room looked like Merlin exploded in it, and now it just looks like he has been holed up in it during a dragon apocalypse or something.

There are so many little things that get neglected, overlooked, and pushed aside when one is unboyfriended.  When it’s just a matter of an occasional visitor who doesn’t really care much, you don’t have to care much about what they think or see aside of smelling good and shaving.  With a boyfriend, he’s actually going to see your room in the light of day and the environment will affect him.

 Then there is the state of readiness.  Though my boyfriend is in the army, and I don’t know when I’ll get to see him, I don’t know when I’ll get to see him so I should always be ready.  There’s also things like making sure one’s whole body is touchable.  I’m cool except for my heels.  For them, I might have to bring in a professional; get an actual pedicure.  I’ll try to smooth them out myself, but DIY is never the same for some reason.  Maybe it’s about the angle of attack.

Last, but not least, there is the shift from bro to boyfriend.  Some things are appropriate to joke about and discuss with or around bros that are inappropriate to go into with a boyfriend or in the presence of one.  For example, certain body functions, he should suspect that I have by virtue of my being human, but never know about from direct observation.  For as long as I can keep it so, he should think that if I do actually excrete anything but evidence of loving enthusiasm, it must be made of roses, sandalwood and vanilla or something.  Fortunately, I was not in bro mode with him long enough for him to find out otherwise.

So this weekend, I was on high alert, but things went smoothly.  Well, that is until we got some very bad news.  He handled that very well too.  There isn’t much he can do about it, but it’s very cool that he cares.


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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