Simple

Simple, I have decided, is a better name for him than Fox. He strives toward simplicity. He swears his thought processes are simple. I am quite certain they are not, but have grown tired of arguing with him. He doesn't dislike complex things, though. He describes girls as complex, and seems to have more female friends than male.

He does, of course, follow the trend in my tastes lately, and so is physically fairly androgynous. Longer hair than mine. People call him a girl, and he doesn't object too much, except when they mention they could check... Objection to that is understandable, and anyway, I can vouch that he's biologically male. I haven't mentioned that to many people, so far.

He's not my boyfriend. We are not, in any conventional sense, romantically involved. Even if we were, my relationships are hardly considered conventional, I suppose. We're friends, we're pretty close in a strange way, I am letting him see more of me than the pretty masks, and I keep forgetting I don't need to play The Game with him. We enjoy each others' company, though not so much now that he's back in Davis.

Sometimes, he can even touch my neck without panicking me. Sometimes, he even reads the warnings correctly.

What we have feels right, we're both not done healing from or past loves yet, and we don't need titles. For now, it works, so I'm not interested in messing with it. I don't know how long it can last, though, but I don't think the end will be too hard.


And, as per standard, soon after writing this, it stopped being true. Simple is the wrong name, for a variety of reasons. So, onward to the next. It may last, since it's actually his. Avi, pronounced like avian, rather than like Ari. Such is the nature of the wanderspace.