missing a real love
 

I miss having phone calls, song dedications, pet names, running baths for them/ me, flowers for no reason, walking hand in hand, help into the vehicle, being looked at while getting ready for a date the smell of their cologne on my dress, kisses on my neck....being held from behind...

I miss the Blue Ridge and the Blue Grass of the Blue Ridge...

I miss my family

I actually miss snow... Imma freak

i miss....

the aroma of Her long hair cascading around my face early in the morning.

Her sideways furtive glances when she wants to get close.

cute little notes of 'i miss you' tucked away in my suitcase.

hours of conversation holding hands. figuring shit out. together.


i need to move on.......

Waking up to tits in m'face! :canoworms:

Her helping me by picking the wood splinters out of me after a full day of wood working .... my supervisor did that last week for me ... while he was picking, that is what I told him. He had a great knife with a hook on it. It did a terrific job. He gave it to me.

I guess that sounds luke I am not much amiss .... I am actually really good with my 2 canine children.
:)

I miss the romance of childhood winters.
I miss days in snow suits and snow that seemed to be ten feet high. I miss hot cups of cocoa and snow ball fights. I miss sledding and snowmen and mischeif. I miss the comradere of children with a unified world clouded in white. I miss tunnels and igloos and carefree days.

Someone cooking matzo ball soup for me!

Body on Tap shampoo.

:vigil:

i miss my dad.

this will be the first christmas without him. no more baseball games, no more teasing each other about our personal politics, no more taking him to florida where he drove all the widows crazy with his charm.

i love you dad, you kept us safe and taught me the value of family.

I miss running everyday. I will be changing that today! :)

I miss phone conversations with my best friend

I miss my neighbor, she LOVED Christmas

I miss all 4 of my grandparents, especially at Christmas time

I miss having little people in the house to do Santa for

I miss simple times, in these always busy times

I miss good wholesome tv shows

I miss the feeling of safety, like not worrying about my family when they are out and about

I miss when people had time to take care of each other

I miss social interaction. It's been forever since I actually went OUT and did something...

Sometimes I miss doing things as a couple like ....

Waking up late on the weekend and playfully arguing about who will get the paper or make the coffee, or who will run out for freshyly made muffins.

Occasionally flirting with each other as we independently walk around a bookstore or record shop.

Beating her at chess and dominoes.

Getting lost when driving around a new area and having fun while blaming each other.

Tender caresses after making love.

Sometimes ...

I miss snuggles and cuddles.

I miss hot water...darn tank went out this morning! Brrrrrrrrrrr

I miss having the bare skin of another under my finger tips.

I miss the days when most women's clothes didn't come in size 0 and size -2.

I miss critical thinking type threads.

I miss super long verbal conversations with someone I am sweet on

I miss going out for dinner or the pub in dapper clothes

I miss big genderqueer-dyke regular events and being able to catch up with lots of people in one venue

I miss good Indian food, especially Bangladeshie

I miss Turkish shops

I miss three hour sex a thons

I miss dinner parties, a lot

I miss seeing groups of butches regularly. I got to do it recently and it was like standing by a waterfall and breathing ionized air. I felt totally refreshed and charged up. It's not the same seeing a butch here and there on the street or in the drug store or grocery store. Actually socialising, chatting, laughing and hanging out with *plural*, butches, makes me feel normal and happy. I miss that too. Gosh, my life may be queer, but it has very little butch - as group socialising - in it these days. I miss my femme mates, don't get me wrong, but I feel a bit like being on an island with lots of great people, except for the gender that gives you a lift, a complimentary tension and charge.

I'm not trying to fetishishise here but butches, can you imagine a world where there are no feminine women? Not even heterosexual ones? Not on tv, not in the magazines, not on the street (or if there is it's rare), it's all masculine women and men. Imagine how excited you get for a moment when you'd see one?

Yeah. That's kind of a femme thing a lot of us miss. Just seeing you all. Just for a moment.

I miss being in the kitchen with Momma D as she made several holiday favorite treats like chocolate lush and peanut butter buckeyes. ...she never would let anyone help, but damn I miss sharing time with her.

And I miss tender moments as someone plays with my hair...