Cmoko came back on Sunday and we spent long time hugging and kissing and then talking about what went on during the weekend. It was just like it's supposed to be. He came home. Home to me. Home to us! And it was great being at home and waiting for him. Hearing his keys in the house doors and pretending I watch a film when he came in. Getting out of the sofa and hug his body with cold cloaths on! Kissing his cold lips and warming them up with mine. The wedding was great and they stayed up till 6AM, so he was naturally somewhat tired. But we still did not manage to go to bed till 1AM.

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Liebling, I just want to kick his arse to the Moon! Men are wankers and mostly just a fucking irritating fuckmachines. Egoistic fuckwits that only care about themselves and usually think with their bottom head. Mostly they are hypochondriacs, feeling sorry for themselves AT ALL times and cry a fucking river when it doesn't go their way. I know: I am one! ;) But what can we do? The old abused saying is soooo correct: cannot live with them and is even worse without them.

What is it in the male-female behaviour that makes them misread so many signs? Tons of books have been written on the subject and there still does not seem to be aby different. Perhaps they are just full of shit. Perhaps it's just the it's supposed to be. A big mess. I don't know. Perhaps it's easier with same-sex relationships. Who knows. Do you?

Anyway this is a pic of a music I do now. I love it! I love French music. Is so sensual and dancelike. I watched one of my favourite films not long ago with three of my favourite things: Louis XIV, dance and music. If you're into culture and history you have to see "le roi dance" with gorgeous Benoit Magimel (Cmoko is crazy about him) as Le roi soleil. I think I really need to go to live to France. Either I will love it, or start hating it completely.