"I believe this may call for a proper introduction"

Um, yeah, so sex with a woman is pretty fucking amazing! I've had, in the past months, two people express that I'm not properly bisexual until I've actually had sex with one of both. I know that I've expressed my disdain already for this opinion, but there is some sort of smug satisfaction that I can address this question in the future with a blithe, "well, actually, yes, I have" and just lay that to rest.

On to more mundane details, I went to the Highland Games here in the Bay Area. Apparently, they've been going for 141 years. It was also the International competition for the "heavy" Highland events. It brought a number of former Olympians to compete in the professional category. So we saw caber tossing, hammer throws, weights for distance and weights for height. But, by far, the best part of the festival was the sheepdog trials. The dogs were so cool...the sheep were, well, sheep. S was inordinately fond of the sheep, so we were rooting for opposite teams. There were lot's of kilts, and interestingly, lot's of people in Renaissance Festival type garb (there's a living history portion of the games).

Today, we went swimming. We were at the Y and playing what S calls "The Heel Game." You swim underwater with your goggles on and try, with one designated hand, to catch the heel of your oponent. You cannot touch the bottom and you must keep all motions smooth so that you don't hurt yourself or your partner. It's a challenging game, especially in a public pool. Well, a couple of matches in, the lifeguard calls us over and tells us that we have to stop because with the way that we are playing each person's head is, at times, near their opponents "private parts" (quotes to indicate that this is the language the lifeguard was using) and it looks "suggestive." Frankly, this was laughable, as this was the least lewd activity that we had been engaged in that day thus far. Ah, well...

After that it was off for a walk around Lake Merritt. Well, we wandered around the garden there, then watched small children throw bread at the geese at the sandy beach. I'm going to interject something that might be too much information here, but if you've gotten through the earlier part of this post it'll seem like nothing, I'm sure. Since I reached puberty, I have suffered from a problem that a number of larger girls experience...chaffing between my thighs. I have, in the past, had different strategies to deal with this. Primarily, I have worn bikers' shorts under skirts or tights, in the winter. Today, mentioning the problem to S, he suggested I use some of his chapstick. So I did. And it worked pretty darned well. I may have to design a new product!

We had dinner, then I came home. I'm a bit exhausted and think I'm going to be going to bed early tonight. It almost seems anti-climactic written out like that, but the weekend was amazingly satisfying...and emotionally restful, which I so needed.