So B. has decided, since she’s gone back to work, that apparently, she can now take over the world.
She has started working out and has decided her next goal in life aside from going back to school is to become a body builder.
B and I have kind of a butch (me) / femme (her) thing going on.
She’s a little shorter than me but definitely curvier and can put muscle on like no one I’ve ever seen.
When B was in cooking school, the chefs would make her whip things by hand…in our first year of dating, her hands were like steel and her arms were sinewy, veiny, tattooed hotness.
It’s weird how gender and sexuality move in such a weirdly fluid way sometimes.
Sometimes I can’t help but get creeped out at how I melt when she, being a diverse and multi-faceted person, makes jokes like a frat boy while wearing a dress and heels….
…Or how she can fix things around the house when really, I’m mostly good for brute strength and grunt work…ditch digging, lifting couches…that sorta thing.
Anyway, when B exhibits her female masculinity, I turn my head like a dog and perk my hears like I heard something only audible to canines…”huh? wow…your hot!”
I like that B can make me surprise myself by finding something sexy that normal doesn’t do anything….
Also neat is that she’s possessive without being creepy/abusive.
When someone ‘notices’ me, B. notices them back, with another dog like behaviour…MINE!!
While I don’t endorse jealous behaviour, sometimes it’s nice to know your partner gets their feathers ruffled when someone shows you flirty attention.
Here’s a sexy quote for your pleasure:
“ When authorities warn you of the sinfulness of sex, there is an important lesson to be learned. Do not have sex with the authorities. ” –Matt Groening