[Private to Near] Establishing rules at the beginning is good in theory, but you have to be made of steel for it to work. (Lisa and I swore we'd never have sex at work. We did, of course. When you're young and in love, sense doesn't always come first.)
I think the fact that I can't stop thinking about it says just putting it out of my head is not an option. Of course, if I could stop thinking about it maybe then I actually could do something . . .
Like I've said, we can talk to each other about everything but us. I had to make a Jack-only entry just to start talking about some things we've been needing to deal with, because . . . I don't know why, really. Some things I just can't say to his face yet--I don't ever want to see him disappointed in me again, even if I suspect that won't be the case.
And he doesn't like to talk about himself. Ever. With anyone, not just me. His identity is deeply classified. Between the two of us--he can't talk about his life, I'm not particularly inclined to--opening up is just . . . not that easy.
[OOC: Sodomy was on the books as illegal in the UK until sometime in the 60s, I believe. Illegal sex acts in private are next-to-impossible to enforce, of course; it's the kind of thing one has to be caught in the act to be arrested for.
What the convention attendees believe he meant was that there were children present and he couldn't let his imagination run wild. (Or he just didn't have an answer and he knew people wouldn't press him if he said that.)]
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Establishing rules at the beginning is good in theory, but you have to be made of steel for it to work. (Lisa and I swore we'd never have sex at work. We did, of course. When you're young and in love, sense doesn't always come first.)
I think the fact that I can't stop thinking about it says just putting it out of my head is not an option. Of course, if I could stop thinking about it maybe then I actually could do something . . .
Like I've said, we can talk to each other about everything but us. I had to make a Jack-only entry just to start talking about some things we've been needing to deal with, because . . . I don't know why, really. Some things I just can't say to his face yet--I don't ever want to see him disappointed in me again, even if I suspect that won't be the case.
And he doesn't like to talk about himself. Ever. With anyone, not just me. His identity is deeply classified. Between the two of us--he can't talk about his life, I'm not particularly inclined to--opening up is just . . . not that easy.
[OOC: Sodomy was on the books as illegal in the UK until sometime in the 60s, I believe. Illegal sex acts in private are next-to-impossible to enforce, of course; it's the kind of thing one has to be caught in the act to be arrested for.
What the convention attendees believe he meant was that there were children present and he couldn't let his imagination run wild. (Or he just didn't have an answer and he knew people wouldn't press him if he said that.)]