Memorial Day, not so memorable

Had some burgers, drank a little beer, played some Smash.

Didn't really do much.

Ate at several places for my birthday.

First was Chapter One again. Had possibly the best burger ever. Was $18, but worth every penny. Others not so satisfied.

Ate Honda-ya, was pretty typical. Wasn't the best, wasn't terrible. Was expensive. $85 bottle of sake. I like sake.

Nowadays puzzling through upgrading my closet. Deciding which project to go through with first. Which will directly influence which saw(table or mitre) I get first, as I have neither and each project requires one or the other.

Decisions.

Food Poisoning is STUPID

Had food poisoning for the last week, was pretty bad for the first three days, slowly getting better the last four. Still not completely recovered yet, as my stomach microbes rebuild themselves. Imodium helped a lot. Guacamole also made my tummy happy. Judging from the symptoms, it was probably camphylobacter bacteria that caused me miserable, work-less(working much less) week. Also did not make me happy.

Finally ate at The Playground on Sunday, and watched The Avengers. Playground was delicious, but instead of the regular menu, we had Sunday Supper, where there is no menu, they just bring us food until we're full. If Sunday Supper is anything to go by, the regular menu must be pretty interesting too.

The Avengers? Meh. Except for the part where The HULK flings Loki around like a rag doll. That was amusing. But I feel like it had a few sentai parts that weren't really necessary.

Work is dying off, slowly. Not a good thing. Government regulation has choked off the industry I'm working in, and if something doesn't change within the next two or three months, I'll probably need to find another job in addition to this one. Not because I won't be making enough, because I could take a 50% pay cut and still have enough to live on, but because I refuse to be a layabout.

Still wondering what I'm going to do for Memorial Day Weekend.

Taiwan and Thoughts on Multiple Women

Taiwan is the same as it always is, which is to say mostly me trying to get Wi-Fi during treks across the city. Easier now than it was in past times, but still something of an effort. Grandmother is not doing as well as I hoped, but age is a disease with no cure.

Trips abroad continue to be really the sole opportunity for me to have deep, relationship-altering conversations with my girlfriend. I suppose this is because we can't be lead off topic by any physical distractions. The last time I went abroad, we discussed dominant-submissive relationships, which went quite well.

This time, I broached the subject of multiple submissives. As one might expect, asking a girl her thoughts on sharing her man went not as well as one might hope, but no worse than can be expected. Had little hope, but felt like the topic had to be brought up at some point. Given recent developments, sooner rather than later, for all our sakes.

I will admit I would have like to have done it later than sooner, but sooner was requested, and there was really, little advantage to doing it later.

Now, my girlfriend is hurt and angry, and I can't blame her. Possible second is wary and unsure, which is also expected. All is not well, but the fallout was pretty much what I envisioned.

As insensitive as my girlfriend accuses me of being, I did what I felt I must, and said what I had to say.

I'm not sure what this says about the future of our relationship, but I doubt it means anything good.

I think I lack certain inhibitions about poly-relationships, in that it really doesn't register as wrong. Probably the only inhibition along these line I have is that I am rather unable (physically, even; an embarrassing story for another, less serious time) to have any sexual relationships with women with whom I am unfamiliar(read: no one night stands and flings for me). On the flip side, once I am familiar and comfortable with a woman, am in some way attracted to her, and should she request it(or not, it could just happen, really), I find myself unable to deny her any physical intimacies, as if it were a routine occurrence that needs no thought. It doesn't even register on my mental landscape as unusual and something I need to stop from happening.




I suppose social conditioning should have taught me that this is in some way wrong, but evidence shows that said conditioning really didn't take hold. Especially since I'm also involved in a style of relationship that I'm sure society totally disapproves of(that flogger isn't just for show, you know).


*sigh*

Will be returning to do damage control around this time next week. Hopefully, my relationships(s) are still alive and standing when I get home.

Decorating and Leaving

Pretty much done with the refit now, put in a IKEA Bokel and Expidit to round out the current IKEA Malm bed and Stave mirror.

Attached winch to wall, works well. Pull-up bar coming in soon. Other accouterments will appear as I think of them.

I have a big empty space about 30 sq ft that I'm not sure what to do with. Maybe a pair of reading sofa singles, or a loveseat or a working table. Something.

Rug I purchased from Home Depot really pulls the room together, but it won't stop shifting around. Solution when I think of one.

Leaving for Taiwan on Thursday, need to start packing.