I’m up in the mountain tops.

I’ve skied slopes and imbibed bubbles and laughted at lascivious jokes and innuendoes expertly delivered by friends that are family.  I’ve also Tindered from the mountaintop and snagged myself a very beautiful boy who says grandiose things which please me very much.  

I don’t have much waiting for me back home except a brittle Christmas tree and a brand new year.  That is if “not much” is everything, minus the hassle of undecorating a sad, grayish fir.

I haven’t cracked open my laptop once — not even now — but I plan on carving out some time tomorrow to do myself (and Hy) a recap somewhat worthy of this arduously beautiful year.  

I don’t think I’ll post any end of year numbers, though, only because I at once fear bragging or humiliating myself by whatever I post in comparison to someone else’s year.  I’m a fragile artist, after all.
Happy (almost) New Year, Internet Boyfriend!!

xx

Hy

  

6 thoughts on “I’m up in the mountain tops.

  1. Happy New Year!!! I love the boy shorts. Your pictures always titillate my mind, I look forward every week to Boob Day. Great work. I look forward to hearing from you in the new year.

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