And every day since then, I've "been taken care of". Some days once, some days four times, but at least once a day, every day (except Thursday when I needed a break ) Larry, Lance, and I have been getting along great. The only downside is that I've been so busy, having so much fun, it's been hard to devote time to the diary, which I will try to do.
July 16, 1996
Saturday afternoon in La Jolla, Larry and I went to the beach with Warren and Katie (Larry's three-year-old daughter). Larry and I just relaxed on boogie boards about thirty feet from the shoreline as we talked about life and stared at the surfers. We discussed the dynamics of a relationship with three people, what we felt Lance's feelings were on the situation, and what we each wanted to happen in the near future. Larry's since described a relationship with three people as being like a first relationship: Instead of the standard protocols, it's all new... and not necessarily bad. I have to agree.
Saturday night, Katie went with her mom and Warren, Larry, and I went out to dinner at T.G.I.Friday's then on to see Striptease. Pretty odd two gay guys going to see a movie about female stripers, but it was worth the seven bucks nonetheless, and Warren definitely liked the view.
Sunday afternoon, Katie returned and the four of us hung out until around 8PM when we headed back north towards L.A. But before we got home, we stopped at Lance's apartment and had a pasta dinner catered in. When it was done, Katie, Warren, and Lance sat on the couch watching Clueless while I sat in the floor next to Lance and with my hand on Larry's shoulder who was sitting in the chair nearby. It was koool sitting there, touching both Lance and Larry at the same time, and just relaxing... but before long, we had to continue on back to L.A. By 1AM, we were here and I went straight to bed.
Yesterday morning, Larry and I went to the coffee factory then the music office. I got a few things taken care of regarding finances for Justin's Koool Page, so my day was more productive than normal, but overall it was a lot of waiting. Lance called around 4:30PM to say that he was here and to ask if I wanted him to come pick me up. That sounded a lot better than waiting, so I said yes and gave him detailed directions.
He arrived a few minutes later and hung out with us and the rest of the office. By the time he and I were getting ready to go, Larry said he was ready as well, and the three of us headed out to dinner at the Hollywood Canteen. Before dinner was served, though, we called Don and he met us there. He harassed me as normal for my slight Kentucky accent and when the meal was done, we went back to the parking lot and hugged good-bye.
When we got home, I worked on Lance's resume while Larry put Katie to bed. Unfortunately, the resume took a lot longer than expected (because Larry didn't agree with several of my judgement calls) and so the three of us went to bed at 2AM without any making out whatsoever.
And probably providing more information than I should, I was a tad disappointed as earlier in the night, I'd bought a can of Reddi Wip Extra Creamy Deluxe Instant Real Whipped Heavy Cream.
Well, ok, a little explanation... a few days back Larry said that he really liked it when he thought I was getting into the situation and letting the true me come out. It took a few times before I was in that space, but I figured if I was going to be there and be that close to someone, I might as well not hold back. And so, as each of were exploring our "fantasies", I suggested we get a can of whip cream. Why whip cream I don't know, but the idea of eating it off of someone seemed playfully erotic to me. Larry, however, said that I'd make a mess and no amount of pleading would convince him otherwise.
I was pissed. I'd done nearly everything he wanted (not that he wanted a lot), but I definitely paid attention to his needs and even kept quiet when things were a tad physically uncomfortable (not that he's into s&m or bondage or anything like that... but sometimes things get extra sensitive after they've "been taken care of" and they're not really too keen to being touched... know what I mean? (if not, too bad, I can't reveal any more )) So, anyway, I was pissed because I'd been responsive to his needs and had opened myself in a vulernable way as he'd said he liked, and he shot me down because he didn't want to get the bed sticky. I thought that was being totally selfish and told him as much. However, his opinion didn't change and that night, whichever one it was, I paid a lot more attention to Lance than Larry.
As time went on, Larry and I discussed the issue of the whip cream some more and he finally gave in because he says, "he realized that it was important to me." And so, last night, I bought the can of whip cream only to not use it.
This morning, we woke and sent Lance on his way to work. By mid afternoon, Larry and I'd had our fun and by 4:30PM Lance was back. At around 5:30PM, Larry went off to the office while Lance and I stayed here. We rolled around in the bed for a while with our clothes on then fell asleep side-by-side for about thirty minutes. Larry returned at 8PM-ish and Warren, Katie, Lance, he and I went to dinner at Fuddrucker's.
And now Larry and Lance are in the hot tub while I'm sitting in the kitchen typing this... if it seems like these last paragraphs are rushed, I'm sure you can figure out why...
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