Diligence Jones<p>Had a very cool experience with Joyfriend A last night. A night of snacks, music, low lights, headrubs and scritches, talking about the ethics of editing the human genome to alleviate human suffering (he's pro; I've got questions), some cuddling and then cooling off in the night air.<br />-----<br /><a href="https://sfba.social/tags/BensonUpdate" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>BensonUpdate</span></a> Benson Dubois is beginning to show a preference for being inside. He's more and more reluctant to come with me when I need to pop outside quickly for whatever reason. He just grumps, looks at the leash in my hand, and closes his eyes.</p><p>Heh. My plan is working. He's getting so tired of being with Mommy he wants his space. Heh.<br />-----<br />Joyfriend A: Do you want to own me?</p><p>Me: I'm <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/SoPo" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>SoPo</span></a>. Ownership is...heavy. But fostering....I could do that. Yes. You will be like my foster kitten.</p><p>Joyfriend A: [wriggling happily]</p><p><a href="https://sfba.social/tags/Shenanigans" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>Shenanigans</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/LadyBachelor" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>LadyBachelor</span></a> </p><p>Everyone wants to be on my leash. I've only got room for one. And he's a thicc boi schmoopie face.</p>