Jan. 11th, 2014

cloaking.

Jan. 11th, 2014 07:45 pm
aravelle: A picture of a lamia bathing by a window, in a wooden tub. (Default)

 I know I was gone for a long time, and I know I haven't said anything about the trip. But honestly, it feels almost too sacred to share, even on here. Something about writing them down doesn't make them feel real. The whole thing feels like a dream. So much magic, so much joy, so much sex and love. It was beautiful. I will, however, write a list of firsts that happened while I was there.

It was my first time in a sex shop.

It was my first time seeing J tipsy.

It was my first time having tipsy sex with J.

I had my first New Year's kiss.

It was the first time I dyed my hair [other than henna that is].

It was my first time having sex with a girl.

It was my first time having sex with a human.

It was my first, physical time.

It was my first time travelling alone.

It was my first time travelling to New Jersey.

It was the first time I saw a horseshoe crab [I don't like them, they creep me OUT].

It was my first time seeing a deer in the wild.

It was my first time in a bagel shop.

It was my first time eating at a Sonic's.

It was my first time waking up next to her.

It was my first time seeing a falcon in the wild.

It was the first time I watched snow fall.

It was the first time I kissed anyone in the snow.

It was possibly my first snow angel.

It was my first time buying my own vibrator.

And thus, I came home a red head and a woman.

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