So much has happened in recent months. I met someone amazing (Maddox). I knew him when he still used female pronouns. We spent days upon days together which consisted of endless sex, kisses, snuggles, etc., so on and so forth. Every second spent together was extremely intense and close to perfection. Needless to say I was in serious like. Maddox is a pre-op FtM, who I’ve known for years. He never fully came out to me as trans when we were friends a few years ago, but was just out as lesbian. The few times I did return home for the basic necessities such as clothes, and … well, just clothes, we stayed on the phone. The hours seemed like seconds when we were together. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to be in a relationship due to a huge mistake on his end. C’est la vie.
I’m losing weight and getting healthy, again. I say again because there was a period of six months where all I did aside from work, was drink and shoot up. No, not heroin, but nonetheless I shot up and had the track marks and bruises to prove it. I’m still amazed at how I kept my job and hid the marks like I did, because I would shoot up in my hands. After realizing that I had a serious issue, and an intervention from my family and friends, I decided to get clean. No, I didn’t go to rehab because I’m too poor for that. After that I decided to get healthy in (almost) every aspect of my life which included losing weight, no more drugs, extremely minimal alcohol intake until I can control myself, though I refuse to give up my tobacco.
I expected this to be a longer update than it is, but oh well. I plan to make a point of posting more often and getting back into the sexblogging world like I once was.
