Mood: 
Listening to: Roksonix’s Dogfight
There’s no need to tell Mum tall tales about Mark and I. I finally got up the nerve to tell him how I felt without dropping the L bomb. I believe I said something along the lines of not wanting to hide whatever we are. He replied with wanting to acknowledge my sobriety and that he “wouldn’t be opposed” to being in a relationship. Not the most romantic confession ever but it is what he said. So now we’re officially boyfriend and girlfriend again, I about went to the moon and back. Immediately, priorities have shifted. I spent time with Mum but I waited until she was in bed with the lights out to sneak out of the house. I know, I’m thirty or forty years old now and I shouldn’t have to be doing that but I do because of who my Mum is. I mentioned the thought of spending the night over there and she immediately protested. I didn’t want to fight, I just wanted to go without an argument. Anyway! It was about half past midnight when I left.
The door was unlocked. I silently locked it behind me and put my energy drinks in the fridge. I crept into his bedroom, closed the door, and set my bag on the ground. I debated whether to climb over him or go around the bed. When I started to make my way around the bed, he said “not that way”. He was awake, I was startled. I ultimately climbed over him and laid next to him, spooning his body, placing my hand on his chest. We briefly spoke but then my hand slowly moved to his sexy region and I couldn’t contain myself. This is my boyfriend now, I wanted him, and from the feel of it, he wanted me too. After one of my famous blowjobs, we pretty much had the best sex I’ve ever had. “Just sit” has an entirely new meaning and I’ve never felt the way I did last night. I literally enjoyed sex, which is sad but I don’t normally do, he was hitting a spot no one has before and I was on cloud nine. We made love, some of it without protection, and it felt so amazing. I fell asleep with him spooning me, that was amazing too. I missed that so much. Now my goal is to recreate that feeling, again and again and again.
He originally invited me over to save an early morning trip so we woke up early. I actually woke up before his alarm and got to nursing my daily energy drink. Everyone got ready quickly and we hit the road, all five of us. Jackie brought her girlfriend, who is nice but awkward. Most non binary people are, no offense. Traffic on the way to Portland was horrendous. He kept claiming that there was an accident but I was insisting this was regular morning rush hour traffic. We agreed to disagree (but I never saw a collision sooo…). The zoo was fun. Vivian and I went a few years ago and there was a lot of construction going on. This time, there still was construction but not as much. They really enhanced things since we were last there. I didn’t forget my phone this time so I got lots of pictures. The trip home was a breeze. I saved us a side-quest trip to a convenience store for Tylenol for Jackie when I spotted some at the gift shop before we left. For some reason, I felt good about that small win, he even mentioned “good eye”. A compliment is a compliment. We got back to his house and made out the menu for the week that we’re cabining. After a doggy-style quickie, I took Vivian home where Mum had dinner waiting for both of us. It was really nice. I could tell she had been drinking though after she wouldn’t stop talking for literally ten minutes straight (I watched the clock). It’s annoying but whatever. I’ve found some new happiness to obsess over.
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