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Jun. 7th, 2008 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solace_aderynAh, sleep. So much better getting 10 hours rather than 6 every night.
Now for a catch up of things that aren't publishing related.
In other news, I'm heading out to spend my first paycheque. It's something I've done with every new job, and, woo yay houpla, I'm financially ok to do the same now. I may have to show Leoghann Leake Street too: a quick look revealed that the artwork is still largely intact, which given the tagging prevalence is astonishing, and frankly some of it deserves to be drooled over at every opportunity.
I'll head to Grenade Art Exhibition tomorrow, I think. Happy days.
Now for a catch up of things that aren't publishing related.
Had a good talk with Portier yesterday that was a mix of questions and good old fashioned verbal cuddling. I've spent the last few evenings with both him and Leoghann, culminating being the filling of an excellent Portier/Leoghann sandwich, and having him crash around my place while Leoghann goes to his other lover.
Hmm. There's a thought. Is she the other lover still? We have technically split, and so I'm technically single: i.e. the wider world doesn't know I have two lovers and a best friend (who happens to love everything with me aside from sex itself). But the "technically" derives from sociological definitions rather than my own personal feelings. I've grown into the attitude that as long as someone is around in the way I'm comfortable with, and no one's hurt, labels are near enough obsolete. For a editor whose job it is to get the right terms and words - and indeed to shoehorn all hopeful authors into categories - it's a strange situation. Words have always been my life - indeed now they're my breadwinners - and yet, when it comes to Green and Portier and Leoghann, they're just not enough right now.
Anyway. With everyone there's been nothing past a hug in the way of intimacy, which to be honest was a relief for me. With the new job, the last few days I just haven't had the energy physically to do much more. Besides, I don't form simply sexual relationships: my lovers have to be friends too for me to be comfortable sexually, comprised of intelligence and humour and a spark of rebellion that makes them different from everyone else.
So, after chirping about how well it's all gone - the best part being that finding out that for all of us, it felt normal to all cuddle up on the couch at the same time - finally the conversation shifted to Green like I wanted to. (I really must think of a more appropriate name for him.) Result: although there's no doubt he feels uneasy at times, I think the threatened vibe has ebbed away. The conversational boundaries have been set. I think Portier's going to treat it as an "if I can't see it, it's not illegal" thing a la Homer Simpson, and that's okay with me. It's a very good thing that he no longer feels threatened. They offer such different things to me and my life, and are such different people, that to talk on the similarities between the two - or even the three - would be hard and unwise. If's like asking someone who's never used a computer whether they prefer Ubuntu, Tiger or XP: they have such different features that it's impossible to enter a comparison. They're operating systems. They work well. They're all liked, and all have their own charm. XP is steadfast, mostly, and easy to work with. Ubuntu is for those who liked to be challenged and want to create a work of coding art. Tiger's funk in a box, fun and engaging. Given I love all these aspects at different times, asking which system I like more is a bit futile.
Hmm. There's a thought. Is she the other lover still? We have technically split, and so I'm technically single: i.e. the wider world doesn't know I have two lovers and a best friend (who happens to love everything with me aside from sex itself). But the "technically" derives from sociological definitions rather than my own personal feelings. I've grown into the attitude that as long as someone is around in the way I'm comfortable with, and no one's hurt, labels are near enough obsolete. For a editor whose job it is to get the right terms and words - and indeed to shoehorn all hopeful authors into categories - it's a strange situation. Words have always been my life - indeed now they're my breadwinners - and yet, when it comes to Green and Portier and Leoghann, they're just not enough right now.
Anyway. With everyone there's been nothing past a hug in the way of intimacy, which to be honest was a relief for me. With the new job, the last few days I just haven't had the energy physically to do much more. Besides, I don't form simply sexual relationships: my lovers have to be friends too for me to be comfortable sexually, comprised of intelligence and humour and a spark of rebellion that makes them different from everyone else.
So, after chirping about how well it's all gone - the best part being that finding out that for all of us, it felt normal to all cuddle up on the couch at the same time - finally the conversation shifted to Green like I wanted to. (I really must think of a more appropriate name for him.) Result: although there's no doubt he feels uneasy at times, I think the threatened vibe has ebbed away. The conversational boundaries have been set. I think Portier's going to treat it as an "if I can't see it, it's not illegal" thing a la Homer Simpson, and that's okay with me. It's a very good thing that he no longer feels threatened. They offer such different things to me and my life, and are such different people, that to talk on the similarities between the two - or even the three - would be hard and unwise. If's like asking someone who's never used a computer whether they prefer Ubuntu, Tiger or XP: they have such different features that it's impossible to enter a comparison. They're operating systems. They work well. They're all liked, and all have their own charm. XP is steadfast, mostly, and easy to work with. Ubuntu is for those who liked to be challenged and want to create a work of coding art. Tiger's funk in a box, fun and engaging. Given I love all these aspects at different times, asking which system I like more is a bit futile.
In other news, I'm heading out to spend my first paycheque. It's something I've done with every new job, and, woo yay houpla, I'm financially ok to do the same now. I may have to show Leoghann Leake Street too: a quick look revealed that the artwork is still largely intact, which given the tagging prevalence is astonishing, and frankly some of it deserves to be drooled over at every opportunity.
I'll head to Grenade Art Exhibition tomorrow, I think. Happy days.
