That's what Crimson and I had for breakfast yesterday and today during her visit to New York. She also patiently tolerated me as I ate some awfully tasty dead, smoked pig and drank coffee. I was going to serve as chauffeur for her run this morning to the airport but had to bag out because I'm super busy with work. Not to be a deadbeat, I arranged alternate transportation for her.
I can't linger over this post as I often do, but I wanted to write that talking to her is always so much fun. And so important for me. Despite a hefty age difference and experience gulf, we have this really great connection. I'm always so happy when I get to see her.
And dudes, she promises a final rebuttal to our point counter point on my last post about my feelings on "clientness". I begged her to just have at me over our eggs, but she smiled wickedly and said she'd "save it for the internet". And...she said she was going to deal with all my little cronies too. The ones who support me and urge me on. I don't know about you, but I can't wait!
Anyway, she and I talked about all kinds of stuff. Lines always blur with her as she just has this wonderfully progressive way of looking at gender roles and relationships. Like yeah for Jane, who's sportin' a chain or hey for Dick in his skirt. Safe home Crimson, safe home.
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