Thirty one, I share a flat with my grandmother, and I can never host
Posted as grandmother_in_hall
- Looking for
- a dominant who solves logistics instead of complaining about them
- Experience
- Two years, one dynamic of five months, my first and only.
- Around
- the north, Moscow
She is eighty seven, she is sharp as a knife, and she is home every hour of every day. I am not moving out, because she should not be alone and because rent in this city is what it is. That is the first fact about me and every other fact arranges itself around it.
Thirty one, submissive, I work in a pharmacy in the north of the city, six shifts a fortnight and every second Saturday. Two years in, one dynamic that lasted five months and was mostly good until the point where the practical problem above wore it out.
I am not asking anybody to solve my housing. I am asking you to be somebody who hears this and thinks about the answer rather than sighing. The last person spent nine weeks proposing evenings at mine in slightly different words, as though I might forget I had said no.
What I want is structure that survives having almost nowhere to be. Rules I keep at home under her nose, things I report on, an arrangement that mostly lives in what I do rather than in where we are. When we can be somewhere private, good. When we cannot, I still want to be in it.
I am cheerful, I am tidy, I am much funnier in person than this post suggests. Not looking for anyone who wants me available at short notice. Notice is the one thing I always need.