Sorry for not updating you in the last few days.It’s been a busy weekend (and I had a lot of writing to catch up on). I’ve tried staying out of my apartment most of the time to minimize the triggers, but that hasn’t been extremely helpful. Minx left a lot of triggers on ME, so even if I went out, there were still… problems. For example, on Friday morning, I went to the coffee shop to get my morning coffee, and accidentally touched the waitress’ hand when she gave me my change. Instantly, her nipples popped up under her shirt, pointing at me like angry little rockets. She gasped and blushed, and tried very hard NOT to look down at her chest to see what was happening. As she dashed away to the bathroom, I was left thinking this was probably a trigger destined for Mandy. Dammit, Minx, leave her alone! Continue reading “Triggers! (VII)”

Following some good advice, today I looked for a place where Mandy could stay. Because there wasn’t much time and I didn’t want to take any chances, I went straight to the non-straight: Antony. You may remember that Antony is a gay friend of mine. (Everybody should have a gay friend, it’s the politically correct thing to do, right?) Antony and I hadn’t talked in a little while, but he’s reliable and trustworthy. I couldn’t tell him about the faerie issue I have, of course, so I made something up. Something with enough truth in it that he’d believe it. I told him there was this weird stalker who was harassing Mandy and I’d feel safer if she could stay elsewhere for a little bit. Continue reading “Mandy’s Moving Out”