I've been trying to hint to him about the whole me and gender fluidity and asexuality and such, and he's either denying it, or . . . I don't know. Not intentionally. I want a few pair of cotton boxer briefs, to wear as underwear. I have had it with women's panties. We have a washer now, 6 pair will do me, added to the two pair of boyish underwear I already have. Doc has gotten them in size 44 (I'm a 34-36), so they would be baggy shorts on me, I rejected them. Today he got me loose boxer type, with a button fly instead of pouch (i could really care less about a fly I'll never use) and long, loose legs. I finally had to say to him, I want them as unders. I can't take panties anymore. And I feel more comfortable in boy clothes. He took it for what it was and said he'd return the ones he brought home today, and look for boxer briefs in colors I will like when he goes to pick up my new headphones at the big giant WallyWorld. We don't really talk about sex. That's not really covered by the umbrella of our vows. I bring him girlfriends.
What I mean is, "experimentals" are drawn to me. I leave them unsatisfied, they turn to Doc. Drinks are had, I am in the other room coding, bad movies are watched, deep conversations are had, they hook up. No harm, no foul. Every one is always honest about it, or so obvious that they assume I know, when I really have no clue. I am so wrapped up in my own bubble. I find out later, and react with some sort of interest, which seems required of me. Things work. He's found a few girls on his own, but they all sucked and used him and teased him and were general cunts. That kind of thing, I object to. If he had time to date, I would be shoving him out the door. He needs to get laid. Of course I won't say that to him, but baby, it's true. From one friend to another, find some booty.
Oh, hey, I just found my $50 (in 1998) Radio Shack sound mixing board. Think of the most simplistic, stripped down, just sliders compact board, you are right on it. It even has all of the cords and adapters with it. I don't need it for anything, but will happily add it to my inventory of technological things I have and may in the future need.
Christopher Earner, over on Facespace, is trying to upgrade to Windows 10 (well, he has, at this point, completed the upgrade and is now fucking with it) so we don't have to. I have come to the conclusion that there is no way in hell I am trying to put that monster on this laptop. It will melt all over the table and drip 1's and 0's all over the floor and get into the carpet, and there is no getting binary out of a low shag. A Berber, maybe, but you're right fucked with a shag.