Weird is the New Black

I woke up today in a weird mood. Not a bad mood. Not a sad mood. Just a weird mood.

Part of it was that a very good friend of mine moved to China this week and, when I am in town, we had a standing Saturday lunch date. I missed him today.

Another part of it is professionally I start back to a life on the road Monday and, while it will be nice to be back in some ways, I have really enjoyed a few weeks “off” as well. Even with Axel having the flu.

My funk is also work driven because I have the kind of job that looks at one calendar year at a time for productivity, bonuses, projections, and other things. When January comes and everything resets to zero, it’s like you have been hit in the face with a cold winter reality that you have to start over again and that everything you killed yourself for in the previous year is now “just old news”. For the record, in 2014 I killed it and set a professional high mark; however, that celebration lasted about 37 seconds after midnight on December 31st and then I got wiped right back down to the bottom again. Plus, a big report I killed myself on is now just sitting, for the 13th day, just waiting for feedback which I know will come crashing down in a last minute fury any minute now before I am set to present it to over 200 people on Tuesday.

So, those things are happening and just happen to all collide in the day after I returned from seeing Thumper; which makes me super duper sensitive about Axel and him interpreting my lack of excitement about the generalities of life as me wishing I was still with Thumper or having had more fun with the bunny than with him, etcetera. In fact, I probably over act how okay I am which is fucking idiotic to do when you are mated with someone who is trained to see into people’s minds for a living. I will never ever learn that lesson I fear.

Adding to that, Thumper had “issues” this morning that he told me about prior to posting this blog post and caused Belle to question the very thing I was worried about Axel thinking. So, me being me, I unfairly projected her question on to Axel and his mindset which made me insecure which was just, well, stupid.

So, I decided to talk to Axel about his issue which he realty didn’t have.

That said, it was a great talk and progressed through a shopping trip and dinner and ended with some really nice sex.

Fun sex. Emotional sex. Sticky sex.

And, I got my first blow job with the big ring in my penis. Woo to the hoo.

Anyway, through the talk I realized that I, me, Drew, Husband of Axel, Boyfriend of Thumper, Dad to Stella was the one with the issue, not Axel. I have been worried about him being worried for nothing and which them commenced us into a therapy session about why I felt that way.

It’s funny, what he and Belle allow, the “loaning” so to speak, is so great, so generous, so thoughtful that I think I have been blocking myself to fully allow this generosity, and, I mean, fully embrace it. It’s like being given a gift of a first class trip to Hawaii and not allowing yourself to enjoy it because you are too worried about what it cost the giver and what you might have to do to one day repay that gift. That’s just nuts and this “worry” will stop now. I promise. Or at least kinda promise.

In addition, the talk caused him to read a few parts of Denying Thumper and one or two sections of this blog, which you all know he chooses not to read. He read today’s post by Thumper and looked at me and said, “I just love Belle. I admire Belle. I hope to be as good to you as she is to him one day and I just want to thank them for showing me this” and then I looked down and he was typing. Typing to Thumper. Fuck.

He would not tell me what he was saying which had me wringing my hands and wondering but also knowing that he or Thumper would tell me. It was, in a way, a collision of worlds that was not supposed to be taking place. At least not yet. However, it was not my place to tell him not to or to even insist it so I waited and wondered but also found myself rather okay with it too, because, I have always thought they would meet and/or communicate long before Belle and I do. In fact, Thumper and I always tell each other to be safe and protect ourselves because neither of us is ready to deal with the awkwardness of attending each other’s funeral. I’ll still be careful, but in my head I thought that this way, it will one day be a bit less awkward for him. Ha. God forbid, of course.

Luckily, “Axel, the blog muggle” sent his response as a comment versus an email and it was there in black and white. He told me later he did not mean to do it that way and meant to send Thumper a private message, but, it was a sweet message and one I know that was almost like his official permission slip to me, his written blessing to Thumper, and a thank you note to Belle all in one very clipped, very brief paragraph (he’s not one for lingering, flowery prose like me, obviously). Frankly, I feel very weird that it is there, but I would bet that will be the only time we will hear from him so it’s a done deal.

He told me in the truck on the way to dinner that this time I was with Thumper, the third time, where I was did not even cross his mind in any way other than that he hoped I was having a good time. He knew that Belle had allowed Thumper to take me to dinner, which he loved and that he really enjoys the fact that the bunny and I have truly become friends. He told me that I need to value that and to just quit fucking worrying about it and that we would not be discussing this again.

This was followed by another statement about his admiration for Belle and that if there was anything I needed to be worried about, it would be about how much he is going to enjoy “his penis that’s attached to me” being in his control and that it’s not going to be as much about my denial, but his control of when and how often. This means that I will likely come more, but only with him (or with his permission with Thumper) and when he wants it and I will likely not be allowed to savor and enjoy it. While that may not make sense to many, I have told you I am one that has never been driven by the need to orgasm. Plus, I am like Thumper in that I am all about the ejaculate during the act, but 1.7 nanoseconds after it has left my body I think it’s the nastiest thing in the world. That nastiness is multiplied by 9,008 if it has left my body and THEN leaves someone else’s. However, that is not Axel. He can be coated in his or mine, wipe off and then roll over and go to sleep. So, so not me. But, I think I may have to learn.

Anyway, to sum this very long post up, Thumper and I were texting later when I said something like “how weird is it that your boyfriend’s husband would be thanking your wife?” to which he simply replied “weird is the new black”

“Mom and Dad, meet Thumper”

As a further glimpse into my weird, kinky, life, I thought I would share with you this morning’s visit to see my parents, which resulted in a discussion about my sex life, in vague details that were clear enough to scare me.

However, first, let me lay a few things out on the table about my Mom and Dad. They are wonderful human beings and have aged into the most accepting, loving people one would hope to ever meet. As they approach their 80’s, they have continued to evolve having discovered  “the Netflix” and other items.  Trust me, walking in to find them watching a lesbian sex scene from Orange is the New Black is something forever scarred into my memory. But, to go back, I think I have mentioned that I was raised by two WASPy types who made me dress for dinners and sent me to etiquette classes when I was in primary school. However, as I approached high school, something changed with them and by the time I was in university my mother was regularly using the word fuck, although usually in wrong, random places. But she tried.

As an adult, and especially now after really getting to know “things” from all of “the straights” who I have gotten to know through this blog, I really do have to wonder about what actually precipitated that change, although, they are still “Mom and ___” (I have always, always called my Dad by his first name so it’s hard to type otherwise), so I just can’t let my mind go there. One day I will share my coming out story to you because it’s sitcom worthy and resulted in my Mother’s entire address book knowing within 12 hours and my mother asking me if I were “top of bottom?” (which is, by the way, not a question a scared 23 year old should ever be asked by their parents. EVER. Take note parents of potentially gay children) but something they said to me that night gave me a clue I have never forgotten. Said clue was the result of my trying to temper the mood with humor and I said something about being glad I was now able to call off the troop of friends I had lined up to “rid my house of the gay” should something happen to me. At that moment, my Mom, who was in her early 50’s at the time, said “Drew, you need to realize that your father and I are sexual creatures and when we die, you will find things here too”. “NO, NO, NO, NO” along with a chorus of The Farmer in the Dell was was what was immediately going through my mind because I could not hear that then and really don’t like to now. Although, as a side note, as soon as I got to my car, I pulled my brick cell phone out to call my sister to share that with her too, because, well, why not? I didn’t even care that it cut into my 20 minute a month cell package from Cingular Wireless.

Okay, let’s now flash forward to today, so twenty something years later. Mom and ___ are celebrating 60+ years together and still light up when the other walks in the room. My mother is in the early stages of dementia that, luckily, has not progressed in years. But, as any of you who have dealt with this know, with that there are some days when things are really clear and other days when they simply are not. We send Stella there a lot because we have found that having a dog around extremely helps her focus and, as evidenced by today, it works.

So, ALL of that to say that this morning I had been at their house for an hour or so just doing what I do when there (adjusting the TV, paying a bill or two, and cleaning porn off of my Dad’s Macbook because he somehow always saves to the desktop) and, as I was getting ready to leave, my Mother said “Drew, your Dad and I are wondering about your marriage and how things are”. This did not immediately worry me because I actually get that question at least 10 times a week from virtual strangers just based simply on my travel and how many nights I am away. However, her question was then followed by, “Because we are so happy and proud for both of you”.

Now that puzzled me and before I could say anything she quickly excused herself to the bathroom leaving me and my Dad standing there looking at each other like “What the fuck is about to come out of this woman’s mouth?” He didn’t say anything at all and I decided to text both Axel and Thumper to let them know what hell I was about to have to deal with, you know, because I am a sharer.

But, when she came back she sat down, which I had also done, and just said “You know we watch you both and we love you each so much and we do worry, but in the last three or four months, you both just seem so happy and content and we are proud of you for so many years together and still looking like that”. WHEW. That was sweet and I could have left there at that point just smiling, however, this is when the suddenly very clear sexually liberated pre-Alzheimer’s seventy something part of her said “Is it because you are having great sex when you are at home. Or, I guess elsewhere when you are out, I mean, who am I to judge, great sex is great sex?”

I did not know what to say. I am not even sure I had a facial expression at the moment. My father looked like he was about to cry, vomit, or go find his porn filled Macbook but we just stood there and looked at each other while Mom smiled like Thumper does after he gets fucked.

Drew. Did. Not. Know. What. To. Say.

After that and at least one more text to Axel, I just said, “Yes, Mom, my sex life is amazing”. In my head, I was thinking of all the second sentences that would pair with that like “when Axel let’s me climax” or “when I go see the boyfriend” or “when Thumper growls because he likes it when I hurt him”, so, I just decided to leave right then.

Actually, this was really nothing but just funny. I am thrilled I still have these problems to deal with and this just made me be very happy that in a world of Amy’s, I am extremely glad to often be reminded that I was not raised by two of them.

The other take away is that they recognized an external happiness that, evidently, both Axel and I are displaying. The opening of our life was amazing and is showing and I am shocked how fast it’s just becoming normal. As another example, Axel has started talking about Belle more. Not in the “is she okay with this” kind of way it started, but now in the “by the way, how is she feeling” way, because he now sees her as the wife of my friend and it doesn’t matter that they have not met nor does it matter what I do to her husband. That’s probably very minor to all of you, but to me it’s HUGE and, well, just makes me, I guess, even happier.

D

P.S. – as a follow up, the second chastity looking lamp was purchased. Axel comment, “Love this. You will coordinate nicely with them if you are being used as furniture”. Lampshade pic below.

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Insomnia and my mind. Be warned.

It’s almost 3:00 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I tried, but having a strep-ish flu-ish ridden bed partner who is coughing like a chain smoking lesbian truck driver does not lend itself to a peaceful slumber.

I laid there at least two hours thinking about things like how good my penis feels with the metal rod through the end and, now that there is no pain, how groovy it is that I can push in toward the tip and actually feel and even hold the bar inside there.

That got me thinking about chastity and how much I look forward to being able to wear a device again because I have found I have really missed it. For me, what I have discovered is that I love the fact that I am controlled yet still unlocked to fuck Axel or Thumper and, while it’s a different animal in many ways, my switchiness has even pervaded the Dom/sub dynamics at home because, in actuality, I set many of the rules as to how and why I will not be locked down. Axel has the power to change them, of course, but I don’t see that happening for awhile just based on him and how he approaches life and his dominant role. All that said, I am very different than Thumper in that when I am unlocked, it’s very rare I want to just Tumblr surf and jack off, because I like the feeling of self denial and will often wait as long as possible just because. In fact, I actually see him for two days at the end of this week and I am not sure I will come then (btw, we need a collective crossing of fingers now so that he and I both escape our partners germs – thank you)

Following that, I started thinking about how much I really, really like the one floor lamp I bought yesterday on sale and that I think I’d be a fool not to go back tomorrow and get the matching one (they are stainless steel and the top looks like a Steelheart tube cap). Of course, that led to where the one I will be replacing it with should go and, that drama alone is enough to keep me up for at least an hour. However, I soon rationalized how, in reality, me leaving one sale lamp is very inconsiderate as the store now an unmatched set to deal with. So, I now have a Saturday morning shopping adventure but am still torn about where to move the old one. Oh, the troubles of a gay man with a furniture sale and a limited floor plan.

Of course, it started raining here and that is a sound I LOVE so I had to stay awake and listen to that for a bit, right? We have a master bedroom on the second floor with a vaulted ceiling AND covered hot tub area below the window that is roofed with aluminum, so rain sounds are just wonderful. THAT led to me thinking about those wonderful, guttural sounds that Thumper makes when I hurt him and began immediately planning on what I am going to do Thursday to get him there quickly with the help of a small box that will be delivered to me on Monday from Mrs. S Leather. Oh, the purring I am planning.

Not yet settled, the next round of thoughts began with how much I LOVE BEING HOME with Axel and my friends who are also off, but how much I am LOVING that most go back to work on Monday leaving me here to write and actually work in peace. Everyone being around has changed the way I eat, the way Thumper and I talk, the way I get in my zone to work from home when here, and how the world has been in my way every single time I try to run an errand mid day. It’s just madness I say.

Then hunger hit and my focus turned to the two packages of Nutter Butters and Vienna Fingers that I bought at Target yesterday. I felt they were very lonely downstairs and that I needed to get a bit of a snack, so here I am typing away wrapped in a blanket (and what appears to be a towel that was statically attached to the blanket) with cookie crumbs all over the place. It’s not a pretty sight.

All that actually caused this next part because I had been thinking how I just want to really say thank you to the people who wrote me yesterday or commented on my blog and to all of you who also did the same for Thumper. Oddly, that Amy letter did not bother me until I saw how much it bothered Thumper, which then infuriated me and still has to some degree. It’s funny because in the evolution of the Drew and Thumper Show, we have reached the point of going into protection mode for each other when one is offended or hurt. It’s kinda cute and kinda just nice knowing someone has my back if needed. While I HATE to use a brother type reference with someone I fuck, it does have that natural protective feeling to it, not the just for show kind one sometimes feels.

Finally, and I promise that this time, an old friend has come back into Axel’s life that has the potential to be something more (but should he read this I have to specify it’s early and very very potential). While I was initially bothered by the fact that it didn’t bother me, I realized I have nothing to say about it as long as our rules are followed and I really hope this might work for him as the guy is not local but does work here twice a month which, as I know from experience, is not a bad arrangement.

Now, want to know what the absolute best/weirdest/creepiest thing would be about Axel possibly dating this guy?

Since I am guessing you won’t guess it…

Dude has the exact, and I mean the exact first and last name of the real Thumper (I know it’s a bit like me telling you there is no Santa, but Thumper is not really his name as Drew is not mine either) AND, AND dude’s son also has the same name as the Rabbit’s offspring. Further proof that life is just weird!!

Can you just imagine the discussions in my house about “my xxx xxxxx is WAY hotter than your XXX XXXXX”. They will be funny, but I say that only because I know I will ALWAYS win that argument. Always.

Have a great Saturday.

D

Axel’s Moment of Public Evolution

I guess I should warn “those people” that is this not a sexy, kinky post as one needs to have been sexy and kinky recently to post a lot of that. I have felt neither this week but it’s coming back.

As I have mentioned, I am not traveling for almost three weeks and this is really throwing me off my game. Yes, I still have work to do (in fact, I am staring at a 150 page report I have to write that’s due Friday that I have only known about for six months and carried to four continents with me), but the inner Sheldon I carry around in my head is screaming at me because there is nowhere I HAVE to be and no logical schedule to be following.

Prior to this job, I was the typical 8-5 executive who always had an office to go to and a stress level that caused me to lose what hair I had left. When I switched careers, I spent months adjusting to having every day be different and often in a different city, but I quickly realized that no routine WAS the routine so it settled and I learned to embrace it and my stress levels are lower than in the last 20 years professionally. However, when home, I was struggling because I often became overwhelmed at the fact I had one, two or three nights to do what I used to have seven do to. This caused stress between Axel and myself because, frankly, I am just an ass when the world is not going my way. I try to fight it, but I just can’t sometimes.

That is where the idea of me being more controlled at home and while away in chastity came from and it was working, but with December being what it was professionally for him and my sex organ bleeding, the magic of that control dried up for a few weeks. However, as I have said, it will come back and I am looking forward to it. In fact, Axel and I talked this week on our road trip to what I call “Southern Hell”, aka, the in-laws, about how to get that back and how the chastity, we realized, had played a huge role in things. That is too much to add here, but I plan a separate post on that later today or tomorrow because I feel it’s important to share or at least for me to remember when I read this years from now for my own information.

Speaking of that trip, honestly that is what inspired this post in a way because it made me realize exactly how comfortable and how happy I have been since allowing myself to embrace my kink side, since allowing you all into it, since beginning my relationship with the bunny boyfriend, which ALL circles back to Axel and I opening our marriage.

I know it’s hard to get how all of that can happen around an aluminum Alabama Christmas tree, however, in this case, I was very out of my element and wanting to just tell every single person in the room that I had a piece of titanium in my penis, like plugs in mine and my boyfriend’s asses, and that I have met Doms/Dommes/slaves/subs/and pets in the last few weeks. It was crazy, but I had such a feeling of not fitting in that I was struggling to even make conversation. Of course, that was not fair to Axel so I worked hard and got past it, but it wasn’t easy.

I have told you I am a proud Southern man and was born and raised “down here”, but Axel and I come from very different Souths. Mine is one of acceptance, private education, dressing for Sunday dinner (at 2pm), and using one’s natural accent for emphasis or sexiness (or just when drunk). His South is, unfortunately, more stereotypical where judgment rules, religious symbols are placed everywhere (someone we know has a picture of Jesus printed on vinyl and cut to fit the hood of their Camry), accents are just, well, bad for the image of all Southerners, and our German SUV is still looked at as “one of them foreign cars” and seriously does elicit stares.

That said, most of the people are good, hardworking people and have never, ever treated me with anything but respect, even while praying for the gay to go away. However, after hearing my mother-in-law refer to me as Jake multiple times (yes, while Drew is not my real name, it’s not Jake either and after 17 years, she should know it) and after my father-in-law and his wife gave me a giant cross sticker for the window of our cars, I ALMOST lost it before Axel suddenly jumped in and started explaining how all of that was inappropriate, how we were both pretty much agnostic and, even if we were religious we’d never have it on our cars, and that my name is ____.

It was really funny because then he started talking about how they could use a nice “re-think” of everything, how people, including their neighbors have secrets behind closed doors, and how praying to the Camry would likely not save their soul. When the irrational people left and the conversation evolved, I had stepped out for a bit and came back in to hear him talking about this couple he knows that have the kids, the house, perfect careers, and the dog, but have open minds about life and how they thrive. In fact, that “husband even has a boyfriend” (which caused two gasps and one brother in law to be seen adjusting his crotch) and that she is “encouraging of it and sees it just like when she goes to the spa”. I am not sure if I was too proud of him to be happy or too happy to realize how proud I was or just too busy looking around the table to see if anyone was putting two and two together (they didn’t and I didn’t blush) but it was just one more step on the Axel evolution ladder in a weird, weird setting.

So, this was a long post about nothing, but just shows that once again, the dominoes are all falling in a row and that just makes me smile harder than I would if a troop of hot firemen were to walk through the room (well, maybe not).

More tomorrow on chastity and the plans for January but until then, remember, if feeling blue, go find yourself your own Camry to pray to. I hear it helps.

P.S. Yes, Thumper, I know you predicted I would not know what to do with myself with 3 weeks off.  The bunny is always right, folks

The Two Week Update and Other Random News

Two weeks ago right now, Thumper was sitting on my, oh wait, nevermind, he writes about that stuff so much better than me.

Anyway, in about an hour it will have been two weeks since the needle went through my dick forever changing the direction I pee. As you know from reading this, my first few days seemed to have been much worse than others, mainly Thumper’s, but, l seemed to have healed faster too, although I most likely kept my hands as well as other’s away from it longer too.

A few days ago I honestly stopped even realizing it was there (until visiting the loo) and at that point I started being a bit more aggressive with it, touching, tugging, and, well, climaxing multiple times. It’s been multiple loads of fun.

At the two week mark there is no sensitivity, no redness, and no more burning but I am still keeping a close eye out for all of those things as I know there is no way it’s completely healed through and through.  Courteney, the piercer, told me that by going with a bigger gauge that it would heal faster, and, although I immediately called hogwash on that because it did not make sense to me that a larger wound would heal faster, she told the truth and I take back all the poppycocks I threw her way. It still fascinates me, so if anyone medical or sciencey knows why, please enlighten me.

I will still be careful because I see Thumpie in about 15 days (who’s counting though, ha) and I am going to make very sure he is rewarded for being such a great hand holder and genuine friend and good guy during the blood in the aisle of Walgreens hour. We are also going to change my jewelry to a 6ga ring which I cannot wait to get.

For those I have talked with who were watching me to see about getting their own done, I say do it. Mine is different that I expected and I felt weird about being a 44 year old man and doing something radical like that, but I have ZERO regrets and from what I can tell thus far, the amazing feelings it provides are and will be incredible.

So, all this said, this will likely be the last healing update unless I do something stupid and hurt myself, but, since I am going to the in-laws tomorrow, the kind of hurt myself plan that is in my head has more to do with jumping out windows and less about tugging too hard.

In other news, I had lunch yesterday with a straight female friend who already knew about Thumper’s boyfriend status and Axel’s encouragement of it, so, me being this new open me, I gave her the link to this blog and the rabbit’s. She’s not prudish in any way, but this morning I had the “WTF did I do?” moment, but decided I did not care.  So, if you are reading this _______, I assume we have next week’s coffee topic picked out, huh?

Also, you may have seen on Twitter that Belle gave him a great quote about how she feels about he and I, and I shared that with Axel who said something eloquent like “Yup. Brilliantly smart woman”.  So, that’s made me (and I assume Thump, smile since). It’s just nice to feel so supported. Axel and I have eight hours together in my truck tomorrow, so I am sure the topic will come up more too 🙂

Finally, I thought that perhaps writing about my penis on Christmas Eve would feel odd, but, nope. It’s just as the world needs it to be which is just fucking great, right?

That said, Happy Christmas to ALL.  Be well, my friends.

Betty White is my Fantasy Grandmother – From the Mailbox

Yesterday, on this blog, Thumper and I received a really long, detailed, thought out set of questions from our friend Skipper in Nevada.  Thumper created a new post yesterday based on one question and I am going to do the same for a section or two of the question as it progressed.  Also, I know that Thumper has one more response that is coming quite soon as well.  As an FYI, the entire question can be found within the comments on my favorite post, The Bisexual Bunny Tongue, by clicking here.

So, Skipper says:  I’m surprised by my confusion with the Drew / Thumper relationship! I can’t explain my confusion easily? I consider myself a smart rational guy. In reality the relationship between you and Thumper is a relationship between two people. That’s what people do… engage in relationships! I get that.
But…..?

Well, I honestly don’t know how to best answer that except that I think, just think, that perhaps some people think he and I should just be about sex, or friendship, or just to be quiet about both as the stereotypical masculine male has not historically been known as a type who expresses emotion or lets people, especially strangers, into their “inner world”.  I have to ask you, do you think it’s just weird because this might be the first time that you are actually watching two people form a friendship inclusive, yet not fully so as it started, of their kink bond?  I only ask it that way because you are right, people form relationships, but rarely are you on inside of the formation of the relationship? Or, seeing two people who have an incredible amount of commonalities and odd historical relevant experience from the “inside” and we have both allowed that here since day one and, aside from the fake name here or there, are both nearly 100% honest about our loves, our lives, and ourselves.

That said, let me tell you that you are not the only one who has asked this, but you ARE the only one who has asked in a way I care to answer.  Some have been about how a gay guy and a guy with a family could even be friends or other things filled with the same type bullshit or even negative ones not worthy of my time typing, but I sense you really do care, so I hope that helps.

Also, a bit later in your question you ask:

How can two people like Drew and Thumper have a relationship that is really cool and both of them coincidentally be really great at expressing things in writing? amazing! Whats the odds of that?)

I wish I knew.  It’s CRAZY, but I think the writing and the way we express ourselves is one of the main reasons we connected before and after we connected.  You may remember, but a few of the very first commenters accused us of being the same person, something I hope we have disproven by now and with those clouded pictures.  So, the writing is just a fantastic coincidence of sorts, but if you were to spend time with us, together or apart, we pretty much both talk the way we write too – random, off the wall, simple, long, deep, stupid, etc –  it makes for a fun lunch.  It’s just another commonality.

(Paraphrase) I have to express feeling a bit of weirdness about the fact that I consider you, Thumper and Belle to be my friends and that I find it odd that I worry about you all as a group and as individuals, etc?  

Please don’t feel funny about that at all.  That’s why we post in the format we do, because I suspect someone is reading my stuff like I used to read Thumper’s – just looking for advice, ideas, or even internet connected and covered acceptance of who they are.  While it still smarts a bit that you left Axel out of that (I kid), I have to tell you I used to be one of Thumper’s greatest online fans – now I am just one of Thumper’s great fans in life.  It’s funny, because, like you, I knew all the backstories that have been shared, thought Belle was the hottest, coolest wife ever, and thought the Bunny was a God who had to be the coolest guy in the whole world.  I could even see them living in this huge home and each driving  five Porsches with custom locking butt plug docking stations for him, BUT, what I met was the real man who has let me into his life and I having seen for myself that all of those things are true in his day to day life – except the docking stations don’t lock in reality.  Seriously, don’t feel guilty or creepy about it in any way, it’s what we put out there so enjoy it.  Learn from it.  Etc

To sum that up, I see it in the same way that Betty White has always been my fantasy Grandmother. I. LOVE. HER, but,  I have never met her or even seen her in person, but the day that woman dies, I will be under a table rocking back and forth for at least four minutes and about 16 seconds (well, I will have things to do I am sure).  Does this make sense?

Keep the questions coming and maybe we can help decipher things for you!  Oh, and if you DO decide to start stalking, start with him. He’s much easier to track down than me!!

DD