What would it be like for you to discover your lover had been using you as inspiration for a secret sex blog for 2 years? Would you have been furious? Complimented? Curious? Would you have demanded to read every word? Would you have requested editorial power for future posts? Would you get involved?
He trusted me and what I wrote, but he also honored it as mine, so being portrayed in only a positive light wasn’t important to him. What mattered most was that I had a creative outlet. That he was my central character was a bonus from his point of view. He was my muse.
It was difficult at first to accommodate his virtual presence here, I felt shy and just plain fucking weird. He said he had no interest in stomping around in my sacred space, but nothing was stopping him; he could do whatever he liked, but it turns out he’s a man of his word. He’s left me completely alone and I’ve found my footing again (and with it plenty of inspiration and motivation to write!).
Last night he and I had a quiet, wonderfully endless evening. With Peyton at my ex’s for the week I didn’t know what to do with myself and I needed company. So we ate dinner, watched Castle, played Connect4!, cuddled, chatted, farted around. Boring couple stuff that’s the best fucking thing in the world.
“Did you do the TN Tuesday post?” he asked.
“I did,” I replied and smiled. I thought about how fucking cool it was that these words were even coming out of our mouths.
“I have an idea…” he trailed off and I perked up. “What if I answered some questions for your readers??”
“Like a Q&A??” I almost couldn’t believe my ears!
“Yeah! You get the questions and then I’ll answer them!”
I squee’d and jumped up and hugged him and promised him I would.
So, sweet Internet Boyfriend, if you happen to have any questions for TN, now’s your chance!
Ask anything you like in the comments (or send me an email if you’re feeling shy) and I’ll pass them on and whip up a post with his answers in a week or two!
Damn. I think my head is going to explode from writing that last sentence. It may not seem like a big deal to y’all, but for me it seems an awful lot like amazingness. My muse — my central character — is coming to life with his own voice and by his own choice! It’s like someone is writing my story now…