Where hast thou gone, O weekend fair?

Lately, I feel like Prospero’s daughter, waiting for a gentleman to end her solitude… The difference is, I wear no dresses (except on Halloween), I’m just here for a brain, not a prince ( I was simply lucky and got both), and I’m really just pinning for the weekend. Two days here and there, delightful in their freedom, fleeting and precious, then gone like a sweet albeit ill-advised tryst. Of course, had I my way, every day would be a weekend, and then what would we do about an economy in general? I have my guy already, but maybe we need a sugar-daddy or something. A freaky-deaky voyeur who gets his jollies off watching a couple fuck each other like minions, then gives out fat sheaves of cash for the privilege. And health benefits. And unsupervised Continental vacation time. Did I mention pension and/or 401K?... Hot.

Friday started off just wrong. Our plans with Basso were snafued, and by the time I got downtown, I’d been through the ringer driving-wise already, and just wanted a nap. I got it, and O. brought B. back to his place after he got a bite to eat. We watched some TV, then we fucked. Saturday, we got together and saw a production of Female Stage Beauty, after I’d roleplayed (again, TABLE-TOP with dice, not whips and chains). It was nice! B. ended up sleeping over at my apartment afterwards, and we had a good deal of experimental sex on Sunday morning. We tried that guy on guy on guy thing, and it turns out that it doesn’t work so well outside of porno… At least not the way we tried it. Eventually, Basso’d had enough pounding, so we just gave him a show. Orpheus fucked me for awhile, on my front, back, legs in the air, edge of the bed, all that good stuff. For effect I moaned a lot while staring constantly at Basso. Let’s just say that, mild artifice aside, everybody was ggg, and B. came about three times as quickly as O. did, leaving me as the final star of the morning. We then cleaned up, got dressed, and took a trip to the zoo. We wanted very much to beat other people’s children.

Last night, I did taxes, and ended up with a shitty return. Still, though, a return it was, so I’ve got that going for me. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough left to pay for the flying/driving/living/clothing expenses for the two weddings I’m in this summer, let alone a 6-qt. All-Clad sauté pan, more’s the pity. I was really counting on an overage. Good thing that damned rebate is coming in the form of “economic stimulus.” So stupid. If we had a responsible administration, it’d just be going to people who didn’t have enough cash to pay an accountant to help them cheat on their taxes. I made less money last year than in 2006, and ended up paying more to the government. Since when has that been OK? And I even bloody well had a huge charitable contribution this year! This is TOTALLY f-ed up.