I sent a cock-choking video to Mark.  Goddess, let me know in the morning whether he liked it.

Thanksgiving Day -- it'll just be me and T this year.  He tried to invite another household, and then a different another household, but folks weren't interested.  Which is totally fine with me, under the circumstances, because cases are spiking locally as well as nationally, and deaths are back over 2000/day.  I'd rather T and I don't become statistics.  But long ago T had ordered enough food for six people in anticipation of having a few other folks over, so we've got A LOT OF FOOD.  T prepared some of it yesterday, he'll prepare the rest this afternoon, we'll eat around 6pm, and will continue eating until I die from becoming fat.

After lunch my job is to go get wine.

-----

I do not know my word count for NaNoWriMo yet, but I went ahead and ended the story now rather than trying to squeeze in one more plot point between now and Monday night.  I will probably write about these characters again someday, but I want to switch over to creating music for a while.  I'll spend some time over the long weekend pulling all my various LJ fiction posts into a big Word document that contains the two "prequels" and this month's "novel".  Then I'll share it with anybody who wants to read it.

I enjoyed it!  That's what counts.  It reminds me of the creative writing I did in school -- in the way that I enjoyed doing it.

-----

This morning I took the financial information that T has provided to me and I looked over the past year's worth of joint expenses and I created a budget for 2021.  How many dollars for T to catch up, and then how many dollars per month, on average, to keep current.  Then we'll do quarterly reconciliations to divvy up any over/under spending.

After I plugged all of this into my own personal budget for next year, I saw that I've drastically underestimated my own cash flow -- I'll have a bunch more cash than I thought, once T catches up, assuming we stay caught up.  The basement fix was more affordable than I thought, if we keep current on all the other joint bills

This is perfect because I want to buy some more butt toys at Black Friday discounts tomorrow!  And now I don't feel too poor to do so!

-----

I cannot describe how HOT this Mark from Reddit is (not Matt, Mark).  So many things about how he looks and how he chats with me push my buttons.  He could be an amateur porn star if he wanted (for all I know he is a porn star but isn't going there with me, using a private account instead of his public account).  He's smart, well-mannered, into most of the kinks I'm into, and we're matching each other on pace and disclosure.  So many fellas skip the pleasantries when they chat with strangers, no "hi" or "later", no explanations for ending the chat in mid-paragraph or not responding for days, no willingness to talk about what's happening in the rest of their lives, often no face pics, no mention of family or boyfriends or job.

Mark just sounds like a normal guy to me.  Which means he's not normal, because I'm not normal, but you know what I mean.  And he's just so fucking HOT and sexy (naked) and handsome (clothed) I can barely handle it, man.  I hope I have caged wet dreams about him :o)

He lives in Canada, so no way to see him in person until After the Vaccine.  But I've enjoyed trading pics, videos, and chat with him so far.  Of course most of the Reddit fellas live far away.  That's kind of the point -- I need to avoid hitting things off with the local fellas via Recon or Grindr until I'm willing to actually meet them.

And for the past 16 years I've mostly avoided hitting things off with the long-distance fellas, because I want to actually meet them.  But I became too socially isolated during Quarantine.  My friend Steve helped me to break the online ice by playing some board games with me via FaceTime.  Then Matt from Reddit got me to download kik.  Now the deluge of kik-wielding hot boys who are into daddies.

-----

Before Quarantine, my sex life was mainly a keyholder partnership between Sirs Zero and Ben, with an occasional hookup or repeat visitor on the side.

During Quarantine, my sex life was all Sir Zero, until he moved away last month :-(

Now my sex life is the Cum Deck, my Time to Self, and my growing collection of Reddit boys.

After Quarantine, I'm not sure I'll just go back to Sir Ben as the Dude in Charge of Bug, although I have no reason to ghost or discard Sir Ben, I'd be happy to play with him, I miss him, I like him a lot.  But maybe the next phase of my sex life won't be about either Sir Zero or Sir Ben controlling access to my cock.  Maybe I'll work out a new set of rules, maybe some other guy will become my primary sexual/romantic partner, maybe I'll be happy single and uncollared as I amass a crowd of local friends-with-benefits.  I don't know.  But I don't think I'll just return to where I left off in mid-March 2020.

-----

If I stick with the Cum Deck until After the Vaccine, and keep playing around online with HOT Reddit boys, it's bound to eventually drive me fucking crazy.  I designed the Advanced Rules to be challenging ... ... ... and so far they've been easier than they should be; on average I shouldn't have drawn two cum cards already.  It means the rest of the deck will likely be about 3x tougher than what I've experienced so far.  Eeek.  Help!