This is going to be the first entry in a journal series where I will record events where I end up sharing some cuddle time.
I’m a little late by a few weeks on this entry (ha), being busy is a real thing.
I was invited to go to a house party, it was an EDM one with a lot of DJ’s who usually run their tracks at the clubs around Atlanta. The people who invited me were friends of mine that I haven’t seen in a few years, friends that I had known since high school and one I would categorize as an ex but on good terms.
When I go to the club, or a party, I sweat my ass off. I’m completely soaked through by the end of wherever my night may have brought me at that point. This was no different but it was nice to know I was around people who knew that was gonna be the case. Sometimes the shock factor gets old.
I’m good company for those kinds of events because I can help warm up the crowd. I’ve been dancing at clubs since my early 20s. It was also a good excuse for all of us to see one another again, so I got the invite. We were having some drinks, Ky couldn’t because she was the DD but me and Fay were merry on the vodka. Around 4 am or somewhere in that ballpark I started throwing up behind the shed in the back yard to this party and the ladies decided that was a good time to end the night.
We go back to Ky’s place, I almost immediately crash on the couch, they wake me up long enough to feed me and then I immediately crash again. Ky’s place is really small, tiny. She had her room and me and Fay had the couch. When we woke up we cuddled up, I think we both needed it. We don’t fancy each other like that but we could trust each other with ourselves and the boundaries. Then we cooked up breakfast and hangover food.
So my first entry isn’t even from this website but maybe this story is a good reminder that there are people who are in your vicinity that understand you and can be supportive.
-FIN