It has been awhile since I've visited Kenny and Catherine's. They have a standing invitation for me and the twins have bugged me, but finding the time has been difficult. But a couple of things made finding the time important, one was visiting with Kenny to see how he's doing and the other was the girls would be attending their first prom.

Thursday afternoon Ken and his son Matt met me at the train on the way to Matt's baseball practice. As we watched Matt play, we talked. Ken said he was feeling better, the darkness was not nearly as deep and that he is sleeping better. He complained some about the side effects of his medications as I would expect, but he admitted that this was improving. As I watched him watch Matt, I felt that he was doing better. He was focusing on his son and animated, which I took as a good sign. Friday we would have a long conversation about what I've learned about living and coping with depression, another thing that I took as a good sign.

Friday morning I awoke to the approach of peak girl and hormone levels that I've not seen since Grace's (aka bridezilla) wedding. The twins were wound tighter than a clock spring as was Catherine and I was quickly catching up, only little Molly seemed immune. Fortunately they all went off to school.

I set myself up in Ken's office and went to work. I pretty much had lost myself till the girls got home bring a few friends who seemed intent on an impromptu seminar. Over a couple of hours we talked about Paris, boys, fashion, careers, boys, New York, relationships, boys and sex (to much giggling).

When the girls came home with news of the invitations, Catherine's initial reaction was to tell them they couldn't go. Mostly it had to do with her dealing with Kenny's illness near its nadir and partly feeling the girls were too young (15). She stifled her reaction and called her mother and sister seeking input. Both encouraged her to let the girls go and she decided to. She told me that their joy at the news affirmed that she had made the right decision.

Saturday was a blur of hair appointments, manicures and pedicures all the while fussing about the process. Finally it was time to dress and the transformation for giggly girls to lovely young women. The parent's were justly proud.

Just before declaring the whole proceedings gross, Matt announced that the boys had arrived, one driving the family's vintage Cadillac followed by the families of both boys. Flowers were presented, photos taken and we all piled into our cars to head to the venue.

After we got back to the house and Molly and Matt went to bed and Ken retired to his office to grade term papers, leaving Catherine and I to sip wine while talking about the girls and how hard it was to keep ahead of them.

Following the prom there was an after party where the kids were locked in till morning. Around 7:30 we picked them up and all went to breakfast after which I was dropped at the train station to find my way back to the airport and home.

Kim

Before heading to Morocco, I discovered that Victoria Tom had closed her blog and her escort website. An email was sent, inquiring if she had retired. A reply confirmed my suspicion, she was pursuing her new normal. Good for her and best of luck. On my sidebar, I've long had a category of blogs, Soiled Doves, written by sex workers (I hate that term). 

Overtime all but a pair of these writers have closed their blogs or abandoned them. It has been long past time that I update the sidebar and I've eliminated Soiled Doves as a heading and moved the active writers, La Libertines Salon and Chiara di Notte to the Of Interest... heading. I've also added a link to my mostly neglected Tumblr.

Kim

Its Monday, I must be in Atlanta.

Out for drinks with friends Wednesday and a challenge was issued. Produce a picture of of a man, then a woman who is representative of the kind of person that I find sexy.

Handsome men in their 40's to early 50's, trim, hirsute with a touch of gray have me touching my hair and crossing and uncrossing my legs.

I'm as scrawny as a starved chicken. I adore swervey curvey women.

I'm going to bed.

 

Kim

Vacation house, second home, both seem too stuffy when referring to my, well, vacation home. It's not a beach house or a country house, but it is in a village, so I'll refer to staying there as being at the village.

Thursday, after work I drove out and spent Friday in conferences and working on proposals. I liked doing that and will plan on that schedule for the summer. The weather was a bit cool and over cast with peeks at the sun. Each week there are a few more boats in the water and the marina's are active with owners preparing their craft for the season and lots of fresh faces in he café. Invites to go sailing were received and noncommittal acceptances were made in and around much flirting.

Mirelle came over for dinner Saturday evening and spent the night as her husband was off on a boy's weekend. She's become my convenient lover and I like that. In the morning I awoke sobbing, not for any reason except I was teary. Possibly it was related to my period being due or something that is bothering me that hasn't reached my conscience. She comforted me and kissed the tears away and I was reminded about how much I enjoy sleeping with someone.

Her relationship with her husband is interesting, what she describes would be an 'open' marriage, but she doesn't get into claims of polyamory or other justifications. Just old fashioned hedonism and lust. He would like a threesome, or to have me for himself. But I'm not getting the chance to choose as she is keeping me for herself and I see no reason to go around her. I enjoy our idles.

Kim

We've been celebrating this evening, France as passed marriage equality. The first marriages are to be in June.

Kim

Irena and I had a good few days together. I really like her but if she were not so fay, having a relationship with her with her would be difficult.

She did tell me something that disturbed me,  someone, an unidentified former client, has posted the photo and video archives of my escort website on Tumblr. Since you simply couldn't right click on the photo to download it, the perpetrator expended some time and effort to do this. I know that it was a client, as that portion of the website required an ID/password that I would have given to someone I had dated.

I'm not identified either personally or as an escort, so these these simply join the hundreds of other pictures of me posted by ex's or that I posted myself.

And no I won't be linking to these so don't ask.

Kim