A-Typical male's journal.

Not that it isn't infinitely easy to spoof email. That's always been true, but since the advent of POPmail (Yes, I remember I time before Mosaic), it's been absurdly easy. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the people doing it have changed. What used to be a bunch of net.pranks posting flames crossposted to alt.sex.gay and to alt.religion, now we get thousands of computer generated articles advertising Make Money Now selling Free Sex!!!!. Oh, wait, I did that in mixed case. They don't. Nope it's STUDLY CAPS for them.

I also downloaed the Agent newsreader. I used to use this, but I lost my key. Hopefully they'll send it to me soon. I need something that will kill spam, and Netscape's newsreader is too primitive. I will have to use it until I get the key from Forté, anyway.

Why all this prep? Why no post on Friday? Well, I was working on my first story to post to alt.sex.stories.moderated. I posted one story many many moons ago (years, really), but I never once heard anything about it. I have to assume it fell off into oblivion. With the moderated group, I can be more certain that it doesn't just disappear. And it didn't.

So, with the understanding that it's a sex story, and you shouldn't read it if you aren't over 18. Take a look at it and tell me what you think.

As soon as I saw it was up, I had a response sitting in my mail queue, by the next morning, I had three, and I got another one today. "Yaaay!!" is all I can say. I was dancing around my apartment at 1 am Sunday morning, happy as a kitten. No, don't ask why I was awake then. I won't tell you.

On Sunday, Azura and went over to Ozzymandias' to game. We didn't get much done beyond integrating our two new characters into his campaign, and doing a little exploring. I felt a little out of it, since I had no idea what was going on. I'm not exactly sure why my character is hanging out with these loons, instead of winging it home (hey, I can fly!). Or rather, to quote the good-luck phrase of my group, my character just wants "to get out of this chickenshit outfit."

While we were there, Azura realized that we'd left the window at home open. That means that Dickens will probably push it open, and potentially, the cats will get out. So, she headed home. I probably should have gone with her, but she seemed certain she'd be back, so I stayed.

She called me about an hour later, frustrated and angry. She was so mad she couldn't see straight, and I could tell she was really drained. Needless to say, she wasn't going to come get me, so I begged a ride off of Ozzyman. We talked a bit, on the way back.

He told me about his dreams to have the neraly-self-sufficient place up in the mountains. I was about to tell him about Azura's friends in VA when he started telling me about a new alternate energy source. I let him talk. There's rarely a chance to interrupt him. Ozzyman is one of my friends who really despised Heather, but judging by our conversatino he likes Azura. He even invited us into his little mountain plan.

Azura even seemed interested, when I told her about it. Of course, I am the one with reservations. I just have to get myself to a point I can work from home. Then I don't care so much where I live, just who I'm with. With the internet, I can get the books and things I want without a large city nearby, and that would be fine with me.

I thougth I knew what love was, back when I was with Heather. I truly had no clue. Azura is teaching me what it's really like--and I am completely in awe.

And even though we fit so well together, we're still poly, and want someone else to share in this, too. It will be hard finding someone to fit with us, but not impossible. Because that's one of those complementary things we want. We aren't everything the other wants or needs, but we never take away from the other: only add. I say this because you might think we were the perfect couple, just the two of us. But that's not really who we are, and we wouldn't be content with that for long.

I need to write more about this, and I will. Its a confusing subject that is hard to get into text. I guess I should just take it as a challenge.

Generic Joe's A Typical Male