I spent Easter Sunday in Oakland Cemetary with
unknownbinaries and Rebekah, eating a picnic brunch of fruit, cheeses, bread, and salmon. And mimosas. Made with Proseco and orange-mango-peach juice. Then we wandered around the cemetary, enjoying the day, before heading back to Rebekah's house, to watch X-Files and eat dinner.
We didn't leave her house until 12.30am.
Yesterday was a very good day.
In other news, I'd like to make it clear that I have a bad habit of engaging in projection and displacement, especially when those on whom I project and to whom I displace, have shown what they have described as a similarity of desire or purpose, and when that which I directly desire is denied or forestalled.
Just a heads-up.
We didn't leave her house until 12.30am.
Yesterday was a very good day.
In other news, I'd like to make it clear that I have a bad habit of engaging in projection and displacement, especially when those on whom I project and to whom I displace, have shown what they have described as a similarity of desire or purpose, and when that which I directly desire is denied or forestalled.
Just a heads-up.