SO BUTCH.

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This week on Butch Dates with Daddy, W. and R. make quiche and give each other haircuts!

No, really. We also made pound cake.

I'm told it's slightly more butch that we used the clippers for my desperately needed haircut (even though it was four lengths with fades), but I'm pretty sure that's wiped out by the omelettes for dinner.

By the way, W's chickens are in overdrive right now. That's not a euphemism, that's four dozen fresh cruelty-free eggs that needed eating.

I reported this to J. He said, "Oh yeah, you're livin' the Leather lifestyle."

I did not report the rest of the date to J, as he has a rather delicate constitution. ;) The evening went well enough, over all, that we're retroactively declaring it our belated anniversary date.

It is so, so very good to have a reliable time and place for unequivocal guy space, and the fact that it's been consistent and reliable and a really good time for 16 months now is straight up fantastic.

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[eeyorerin]

In my constellation we are fond of saying "OUR WILD POLY LIFESTYLE!" when we are doing things like sorting out who will feed the cats and whether or not the dishes in the dishwasher are clean or dirty or when we're all likely to be in bed by 10 pm because it has just been that kind of week (and usually for me because I have just had a long train ride and I am done with people for the day).

Happy anniversary! Also it is good to hear from you again.