Good Conversation and Good Lovin'...

3 November 2005

This morning...as I struggled to breathe while recalling dreams of grad school rescuing monkeys and Erik dressed in leather from head to toe teaching a college course on S/M with today's topic being light bondage (Erik and I rented Kinsey last night and then topped the evening off talking about bonobos and the Book of Revelations)...I realized that what started as a random hook up from Gay.com...at least for me...has turned into a full on crush situation.

I'm just tickled to death to be really crushing on someone (I know the term crush is way junior high school...but since I was a non-descript androgynous tranny in junior high...I didn't really get too much of a chance to experience the crush factor).  Last night...after several failed attempts to get together over the last week or so...my nanotechnologist/metals artist pal and I had some decent Thai food (unfortunately Angry Tranny...the ever present waitress at Thai Orchid...was not our server...but I think I saw her smile last night...she must have just poisoned someone's Pad Woon Sen)...and then retired to his little house (I like to imagine myself in a little Mayan village in the Yucatan mountains when I'm there) to watch Kinsey (side note...not only was Kinsey a total bisexual jungle lovin' sex freak...but...his penis was more than foot long...and...unfortunately...his wife had an undersized vaginal opening...but not for long...why oh why wasn't I around in the 50s). Anyway...as we were watching the movie...Erik and I snuggled together...giggled a little...laughed a lot...and it felt really dang nice. It's been a while since I've run into someone that is progressive with an excellent political analysis...has a drive to see real change happen in the world...isn't willing to do work that doesn't have some meaning and some potential to create change...is passionate...and is damn good between the sheets...plus...and this is a big one...he is one of those folks that when you fall asleep together...at nearly all times moves so that at least some part of his body is in contact with yours. Swoon swoon swoon.

Now...Erik is a Scorpio...and for those of you that have dealt with Scorpios...you know that they are sexy beyond belief (my friend Monie from her eyes to her laugh drips with sexual power)...almost NEVER express their personal feelings for just about anything or anyone verbally (you've go to watch 'em...they are the kind of people that will do the cutest things in the world...squeeze your hand while they are holding it...hold you just a little bit tighter so that you know they are there...find out what you like to eat and conviently have it there without you asking for it...but if you are looking to have them articulate how they are feeling about you...you best have some patience...and I'm a Virgo...we are the oppposite...we tell it like it is and tell 'em how we feel and sometimes that can make the Scorpio feel a little nervous)...and Scorpios are fiercly loyal...but tend to view emotional loyalty and sexual loyalty as two different things...emotional fidelity being sacrosanct...sexual fidelty being an anachronism (to many Scorpios sex and love are never ever the same thing...while to many Virgos there is much more cross over...for example...I can have a fuck buddy only as long as that is complete and whole extent of our relationship...once we start hanging out and developing a friendship...either the passion to date is there...or friendship it is). And Scorpios tend to be a bit on the blunt side and at times hold on a little bit too much to the literal and end up missing a joke now and again (ummm...I know an armillary sphere is not a compass...duh!).  And Virgos...well...if we can't control it...we don't like it. Not one bit. Just look at my hair.

Now I have no idea where Erik stands along the traditional Scorpio spectrum (surprise surprise)...but I can tell you that the only way he could be more attractive is if we were having sex, talking, and he was doing some of his metal work while culturing mice brain cells in the lab.  When he showed me the paper of which he was co-author and that was published this month...he could have mounted me right there like a Zebra on the Sarangeti. Nerds are the SEXIEST type of human beings that have ever evolved. It is rare that I come across a document or a subject that I just flat out have nearly no capacity to understand...as I read the opening paragraph of his paper last night...I thought to myself...I don't know what the hell this says...but my erection could drill a hole in diamonds right now.

When I got to the office this morning, I sent Mr. Leve an email (low on the fluff...so as not to arouse his Scorpiotic disdain for anything resembling a feeling)...and basically said...hey...I likes ya...you wanna see where this can head. We'll see what he says in response...until then...I'm going to sit in my office...think of him in his labratory goggles...and touch myself just a little.