Last night, it was warm enough for me to wear a pair of pajama shorts and a cami (a basic tank top, really). I just love the way my body looks in these clothes and I've been waiting forever for the weather to warm up. (A cold front came through today, so I'm back in flannel pajamas!)
I was in bed with my wife and I climbed a bit closer to her and turned to face her. She smiled and I kissed her gently, then stared into her eyes for a bit. I caught her eyes darting to my body a couple of times. I felt sexy, pretty. In my dreams, she soon discovers that she does like women and that she's repressed that feeling. But she's not really connected to those feelings, so the revelation seems unlikely. At least I felt good about myself.
I'm heading into town tomorrow to participate in a local No Kings rally. A lot of people are really worked up over trump's horrible performance with the economy, the war in Iran, the lies, the insults, discrediting journalists, the Epstein files, the blatant racism and bigotry and the attempts to demonize, nay, to erase trans people ("your kid goes to school and comes home a few days later with an operation"). I'm volunteering for a regional politician and will be there to support her. I'm looking forward to it. The damage to our great country has got to stop.
My eye is still sore, but I guess it's on the mend. The same with my throat. My chin is still numb, but not completely. Everything gets a little better. I'm super tired of the soreness and all of the stitches in my jaw. I can't wait until I can eat without pain and with less difficulty. One day at a time.