Hello Sir. I’ve just recently found your blog and I’ve been furiously and pathetically edging to it, so I wanted to thank you.
If you don’t mind giving an answer, I was wondering how aftercare usually looks like in your relationships. (I was thinking about it while coming down from one hour of nonstop edging and trying to get my brain to focus on work, but my brain just kept on going back to your posts. 🙈)
Isn’t it funny, how often the pathetic are furious? So much activity, so little point.
“Aftercare” is a thing we talk about because men are stupid and need the obvious distilled down to jargon that they can wield as they pretend to have actually thought about something.
Asking how aftercare usually looks is like asking how I tend to someone when she has a cold/has broken her leg/lost a family member/got fired yesterday… there are endless variables, so all I can say is that I give a shit, I try to help, and if I can’t, I get out of the way.
Oh, and I hope your brain appreciates how lucky it was to find me.