|The Red Wedge beats the White line. And it did. Kolchak|
became Nicholas II and General Pyrrhus stalked the aftermath.
Work is still hard. I've ranted about my issues about the whole damn' thing. Wrong kind of economy to be fiddling with careers.
She cried. We hugged. I remain detached. I don't do emotion. We slept on it. I stayed down. She cried whilst out with the kids and friends. I feared coming home. It's her birthday soon. What a present. I think it almost matches the one a few years ago when I was told that she was so depressed that I would have to take time off work to look after our children. I played Depeche Mode on the way into work. I wore my boots this morning. I enjoyed it. I want to go out for a walk in them like I did with the shoes almost a year ago.
|Let's have a Black Celebration / Tonight|
I had reason to recall the diaries I wrote in code today. I therefore recalled that, in them, there's stuff about cross-dressing (well, wanting to); infantilism (that I only sort of understood at the time) and there was a section on being peed on as well. Golden showers sort of stuff. Don't worry, I'm not going to tarry on it. Point is... I don't know what the point is.
The autism, yes, the point of the post.
When Tilly moved in I resolved to find out what she wanted sexually and try to provide it. We had already dropped the easy experimentation by this point, it was after the Christmas argument, and she was quite stressed out and depressed at moving in with me away from her friends and life. It was a hard time and I am not the sort of person you go to in order to feel supported - I am one of those people who sucks support from others. Anyway, she withdrew a little and I upped my experimentation to try and get a reaction. As a 'joke' I ended up narrating what I was doing. I did ridiculous things like commenting on time between starting activities and Tilly having an orgasm. In my head I started timing the length of her orgasm and time between orgasms. I started noting when we had sex, tracking her times of the month... Yeah, stalker much? It is, therefore, a little unsurprising that we slowly dropped out of spontaneous sex.
I turned her down one night too, which caused massive ructions. I'm not really what you'd call an Alpha male, in any given group of males I will take the low end of the hierarchy. Hell, even among geeks I'm at the lower end of the scale. If we were being nice about it we would class me as a diplomat rather than a fighter. More realistically, I am simply fearful of others. She wanted, and wants, me to take a little more charge - to blast through excuses to make time for romance, to woo her.
I want to be wooed. But I'm male in a society that expects males to be the movers and shakers. I'm basically too passive. I'm easily discouraged (don't cross the road / you're under a spell / of broken violins) so a little dent and I'll eject, go into a corner and do something else. If Tilly says she's busy I leave her to it. That's why there's been little physical contact lately.
Eee, this is not well written. I'm going to quit before I see how much I'm not ahead.