Birthday week sure ended with a bang.

I woke up at 6.45a and could not get to sleep. Omar got up at 7.15a and then immediately went back to sleep, but I couldn't, so I just kind of laid there all irritated at him for going back to sleep in another room and leaving me alone while I was all awake and cranky and headachy because I hadn't gotten enough sleep.

But then he finally got up at 8.45a and we had leftover pancakes from Saturday, then did our photo session.

We had decided a couple of months ago to take nude pictures while we were up here, but then since it was such a shorter trip than it was going to be and we had gone through so much drama a few weeks ago that I didn't know whether it would happen or not, but I brought the camera and the film and the props just in case, and so yesterday we did the shots.

It was pretty cool and really intense. Music was playing and he was drinking Guinness to loosen up, and he really did end up getting loose. I wanted to do some stuff with his body as a still life, just parts of it, de-humanized, and some blood shots, of course, and some bondage stuff (to which he added a rosary), and he wanted to do some things on the stairs and with a lace curtain. It was a real artistic collaboration.

And then, after the shoot, he lay down to take a nap, and I lay down with him. And we slept for a little minute, and then we didn't.

And I am now in the position for the first time in the history of this journal of trying to think of how to talk about sex. Should I talk about it at all? Is detail gross? What's too much to say and what's too little?

I don't know, I really don't. But I think that I'll have to say, it happened, it was great, it was beautiful, it meant everything. All the way through, there was this knocking on the front door, that I thought was due to the noise, but it turned out he left his keys in the lock the night before. And afterwards, we were lying there and he started to sing, "What a day this has been, what a rare mood I'm in/Why, it's almost like being in love/There's a smile on my face for the whole human race/Why it's almost like being in love/I could swear that I'm falling..."

Then we had lunch and cleaned up the house and drove back to New York. It was too short, this holiday. I was supposed to have a week, but then he got his two part-time jobs and all he had off were these three days. Kind of like a regular person.

The trip back was uneventful. We listened to Greg's cd in the car and got caught in stopped traffic for an hour so that I could lay down with my head in his lap and my feet up against the passenger-side window. That's one of the things that I love most about this truck--no bucket seats.

So I dropped him off home, spilling my entire purse on the street and laughing hysterically, as he knelt in the middle of the road and scooped everything up with both hands, cars bearing down on him, saying, "It's not funny!"

"What was that? Was that me? Was that him? Did a Prince really kiss me? And kiss me? And kiss me? And did I kiss him back? Was it wrong? Am I mad? Is that all? Does he miss me?"

Today's horoscope:
You're hemmed in by less-than-ideal conditions. Earth Signs seem to have a tricky relationship with gravity right now. Secure your bragging rights before you try to exercise them.

One year ago today:
The rain was funny, though, because there was an awful lot of it, but the drops was really tiny, so it was what I termed to be "sprinkle-pouring". Please feel free to use at will.

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