I can only imagine. I found five days of training in a controlled environment exhausting, but it wasn't really dangerous. By the end, it was almost hohum. Can't imagine what your hubby did even came close to hohum.

Fireman may well be the coolest people on the planet. The stuff scares me shitless - I just want to bow to them and give them amazing food.

Kristin, that was scorching, bebe. I have a porny one coming up in the morning, I think.

Actually, I lied. A porny one of my own, coming up tonight.

burn

You're bone and breath and your legs are filled with disobedience and your hips don't care that you want to control it, you can't they won't let you

and your loins are a firepit, deep hot coalescence of the stuff that warms the earth at the core and he

fills your mouth but you can breathe, it whistles through your nostrils eye to eye belly to belly oh yes you're violent burning light you burn for him he burns for you

maybe it's passion or maybe just smoke and mirrors

Merciful god it burns and all you want is for it to

Keep on

Burning.

Anybody else got the Springsteen earworm? I may end up writing "Romeo and Juliet/Samson and Delilah/"

Yep.

Baby you can bet...

when we kiss...ooh, fire!

In the end, a different fire came to mind.
I touch the fire/ And it freezes me.

It’s weird...I’ve heard this stuff before, ok, once. But now it might as well be about me, or something. This past year has been so hard. I feel like I may never get excited about anything again, but that is not something you’d hear Buffy say, I don’t think.

You can live for a long time without liking things, without wanting things.

Mom asks me what I’ve got on.

“Once More With Feeling. A Buffista sent it. Isn’t it great?”

I barely notice the tears on my face.(Even if I did, I don’t want a tissue. Tissues make the wailing start, even though for average people they seem to be a cue to wrap it up. Just another way I’m weird.)

“I don’t know why you want that thing if it’s going to make you cry.”

Not one among them knows. And never can be told.

“I don’t know why you want that thing if it’s going to make you cry.”

Some people just don't understand.

My mother could have been on The United States Functioning Team I think...no time for that.

She had a tumor removed, on like a Thursday and was back at work on Monday( We didn't have a lot of choice, but I bet 97 out of a hundred women? Might have taken a day.)

Yes, I'm Wonder Woman's daughter. She's spent my whole life trying to crimp me up. ETA: I just go into cornerspeak without provocation now. To crimp somebody up means to make them tough, teach them how hard life is.(In West Baltimore, this is viewed as a favor to the youth.) As opposed to cripping them up, which is mostly an accidental object lesson, unintended by anyone.

The messenger shuttles toward his destination. Once there, the gate opens.

Hundreds, thousands of—fuck metaphor, it goes down like this:

Sodium ions rush the hell in, and the membrane potential shoots from negative to positive. The cell responds by shuttling potassium ions out to bring the voltage down, but it has to overshoot in order to stop. Now the potential’s more negative than it should be, and the channel lets a few potassium ions back in. The membrane potential’s returned to normal, but the event happened, and nothing can change that.

This is what happens when a neuron fires.

Fire

He finally called. The phone had rung, and she had taken a deep breath, calmed her nerves and pasted a smile on her face, like he was there to see it.

All these months of equivocating, of riding the seesaw up and down,, and it was finally going to happen. She's slow and deliberate, going about her preparations; this isn't something to take lightly. She feels the needs for riutal, a geneflection to the need that drives her.

Her best dress? Yes, a blue silk the color of his eyes.

Perfume? She sprays on a bit of the kind, fancy and French, that he once remarked in passing made him think of chocolate and fur: rich and sweet and sinful.

She glances around the apartment once. She wants everything to be neat, tidy, in order. There are candles burning on each flat surface.

She grasps one, and spills it down the front of her fluid-soaked silk, setting herself on fire.

He said he didn't love her after all.