You’ll have to tell me what’s behind your marks sometime, hey?
Meant and I mean the ink, but while I’m on it, the scars as well, if you’re of a mind.
No need talking what’s discomforting, of course, but all that’s writ on skin has stories and so forth. My own, there’re the obvious, those taken on through surgeries and choices. Got plenty of others beside, origins more grown from impulse, my own or others’, and from not shying out of what’s rough in life, sometimes not having much say in shying or no.
[ … ]
Bears saying also I’d like you to see my own tattoo in its fullness and in a future situation, supposing that future situation should ever be, which I’m thinking it won’t surprise you to hear I’ve hopes toward. I’d like it, that’s sure. To have you see my full self. To see you in your own.
Like to trace the outlines of your tattoos, that’s true as well.
Not pushing nor rushing, I mean it for when time’s right and if you still feel, but then why give voice to doubts I’ve no interest or belief in. Take it careful Talik, aye? I’ve seen enough of Scarlett’s eh more social circle based acquaintances to know there’s vindictiveness aplenty and money to back it up. Which is telling you precisely nothing you don’t know, sure, but what I mean’s I know the need for keeping cautious til all’s sorted with you and Sergiy.
And, bears repeating, I’ve no grudge against a wait, however long. And whatever keeps for waiting, still speaking with you’s worlds itself, and now I’ve got this meeting, these drinks for looking ahead to.
Got a lot for looking ahead to, could be and I’d like to think it’s so.
What you said, re polyamory and discussing, that’s the rub of it for myself as well. I’ve had partners who had other partners, more power to em. I’ve no call toward it myself [ … ] and less so at the present moment than I’ve known before. Having myself a certainty that there’s one match for my self, and one man I’d wish.
I’m getting toward saying transparency’s what’s needed or it’s what I ask, and I’ve got no cause to think it’d be a trouble with you. You keep speaking, I’ll keep speaking, we listen alike and don’t leave each other blind, yeah?
Chattering away again, I am. Last to say for now, I don’t know there’s any particular door I’m opening. More pushing what I come up against, giving a nudge to see what follows, what’s for speaking what’s for knowing. Showing also, or trying to show maybe, there’s no flinching on my own end from talk of any sort, casual convo or Real Talk or flirtations or talk of body, talk about desires.
All’s open for the speaking, and nay, there’s no ignoring every meaning held.
[ … ]
Thank you, Talik. It means more than I’ve words for telling, your speaking that your meanings stand. I’m holding each one dear, and would like to keep them so. Between yourself and I at least, until all’s sorted.
Speaking it again, you’ve a wondrous heart. Sets me reeling all of its own.
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Meant and I mean the ink, but while I’m on it, the scars as well, if you’re of a mind.
No need talking what’s discomforting, of course, but all that’s writ on skin has stories and so forth. My own, there’re the obvious, those taken on through surgeries and choices. Got plenty of others beside, origins more grown from impulse, my own or others’, and from not shying out of what’s rough in life, sometimes not having much say in shying or no.
[ … ]
Bears saying also I’d like you to see my own tattoo in its fullness and in a future situation, supposing that future situation should ever be, which I’m thinking it won’t surprise you to hear I’ve hopes toward. I’d like it, that’s sure. To have you see my full self. To see you in your own.
Like to trace the outlines of your tattoos, that’s true as well.
Not pushing nor rushing, I mean it for when time’s right
and if you still feel, but then why give voice to doubts I’ve no interest or belief in. Take it careful Talik, aye? I’ve seen enough of Scarlett’s eh more social circle based acquaintances to know there’s vindictiveness aplenty and money to back it up. Which is telling you precisely nothing you don’t know, sure, but what I mean’s I know the need for keeping cautious til all’s sorted with you and Sergiy.And, bears repeating, I’ve no grudge against a wait, however long. And whatever keeps for waiting, still speaking with you’s worlds itself, and now I’ve got this meeting, these drinks for looking ahead to.
Got a lot for looking ahead to, could be and I’d like to think it’s so.
What you said, re polyamory and discussing, that’s the rub of it for myself as well. I’ve had partners who had other partners, more power to em. I’ve no call toward it myself [ … ] and less so at the present moment than I’ve known before. Having myself a certainty that there’s one match for my self, and one man I’d wish.
I’m getting toward saying transparency’s what’s needed or it’s what I ask, and I’ve got no cause to think it’d be a trouble with you. You keep speaking, I’ll keep speaking, we listen alike and don’t leave each other blind, yeah?
Chattering away again, I am. Last to say for now, I don’t know there’s any particular door I’m opening. More pushing what I come up against, giving a nudge to see what follows, what’s for speaking what’s for knowing. Showing also, or trying to show maybe, there’s no flinching on my own end from talk of any sort, casual convo or Real Talk or flirtations or talk of body, talk about desires.
All’s open for the speaking, and nay, there’s no ignoring every meaning held.
[ … ]
Thank you, Talik. It means more than I’ve words for telling, your speaking that your meanings stand. I’m holding each one dear, and would like to keep them so. Between yourself and I at least, until all’s sorted.
Speaking it again, you’ve a wondrous heart. Sets me reeling all of its own.