Up to . . .

The fallow period of blog writing has been brought to you by the four boobs indicated above. I have been rendered without a muse by the under debasement and sensory overload that our summer adventures occasioned. Managing decent communication requires time and effort, and my effort has been mostly to drag my ass back to the bedroom one more time to see if I can finish myself off. Its been close. But I'm beginning to feel the rumblings of thought returning. Not sure if that's a good thing.

I was reading a book on the Chumash tribe at the time of European contact and it was suggested by some of the very first Europeans that the head chiefs had two wives. I know that its unlikely though not impossible that our little menage a trois could become a more permanent arrangement, and even more unlikely that I am a "head chief" but the comfortable fun we have as a trio is pretty hard to beat. Its not just the sex folks, its the laughing, hanging out, talking, just basically enjoying every moment part of the time we get that makes me want to go back to that space in the world again and again. VSK knows that she will always be the woman that I have created myself for, but the minx and her seem well satiated with each other. This is not to say that there are not flashes of green that occasionally muster forward. But truth be told it was VSK, more than myself really, that has made this unusual relationship flower. The two of them send virtual flowers (pictures of flowers that is) nearly every day. She has never been one to want to spend time with the girls, so it warms my heart to see her acting this way. The minx and I are both aware we need to be less negative in this world and she is our model. And yes indeed, there are things three can do that two cannot. Lots of things actually. Now if I could just get the two of them to blog we'd be back to producing some content. Here's hoping I can . . .