Cherry Wine
In which Drals and Azandar have an evening of peace, debate a questionably sweet wine, and talk about their feelings.
Azandar laughed. Drals stared at him, his embarrassment replaced by confusion.
“Oh, Drals,” he said, chuckling. “You're as subtle as a minotaur in a teahouse. Even I suspected as much.” Drals pouted at the impish look he was given as Azandar raised his cup to his lips.
“Ugh. I'm not good at this shit,” Drals rubbed at his good eye.
“I'm… sorry,” Azandar reached out a hand as he moved closer, placing it on Drals’ forearm. “I don't mean to be rude. I–”
“No, you're right. It all feels rather juvenile. I'm sorry I said anything.”
“Drals,” Azandar gave him a pointed look.
“Yes?”
“I do feel the same, you know.”
“...Oh,” he said breathlessly, finally registering the closeness of the other man. “Oh.”
(under a readmore because the first line contains minor spoilers for Azandar's companion quest. It gets a little spicy near the end but nothing explicit.)
Drals cast the Fateweaver Key into the ocean, watching it fall down rocky cliffs and disappearing into the waves below. It was done.
He turned back to Azandar. Time stood still for a moment, both of them beginning to process everything. Months of preparation, and everything seemed to compound so quickly.
“Are you hurt? The Adversary put up quite the fight,” Azandar said eventually. Drals scoffed in disbelief.
“I just destroyed your life's work, and you're asking me if I'm alright?” He stepped back from the edge of the cliff, entering Azandar’s space.
“Ah,” a small smile crept back onto his face. “Redirection, I suppose. Nasty habit.”
Drals sighed, clasping a hand over Azandar’s shoulder.
“Don't I know it,” he said softly.
“I will admit a touch of melancholy. Still… it had to be done,” Azandar raised his eyes to finally look at him. “Thank you, cohort. I don't know what I would have done in your absence.”
Drals swallowed, not knowing how to respond. He wasn't used to being thanked.
“I'm sure you would have figured something out, given time. You're very clever,” he said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
“I'm not so certain I had much time left at all, with the way things played out,” Azandar shook his head. “No, I don’t believe I’d have been so lucky on my own.”
Drals sat with that for a moment, his hand squeezing gently at Azandar’s shoulder.
He cared about Azandar. A great deal more than he was used to caring about anyone. To think that it was possible that he was the reason he was still alive was… sobering.
Later, once they had worked to clean up the workshop after the mess the stray fateline had left, they were afforded an evening of quiet.
Drals wasn't really a wine aficionado – or much of a drinker at all, for that matter – but it seemed as good an occasion as any to crack open a bottle he had procured in their travels.
“I know you're not fond of bitter things,” he said as Azandar gave the bottle a skeptical sniff. “So I picked this up when we were in Rawl'kha. Cyrodiilic stuff. Barely tastes like booze.” He dropped to sit beside him on the settee.
���Hm. Very well, I have been persuaded,” he said, grinning. “Tonight, we celebrate!”
“Indeed,” Drals chuckled, undeniably infected by Azandar’s enthusiasm, as he poured them each a cup of wine. “To our continued collaboration,” he offered, holding up his cup as Azandar picked up his own.
“To our partnership, and friendship,” Azandar smiled, gently clinking his cup into Drals’ before taking a sip. “Oh, that is very sweet!”
“Yeah,” Drals gave a nervous laugh. “I don't think I'd have more than this, to be honest.”
“I am… undecided,” Azandar hummed, going for another sip. “Perplexed. Mystified. Do people drink this? Regularly? Without headaches?”
“Your hypothesis is as good as mine, I'd imagine. Perhaps it's drunk on special occasions. Like a dessert,” Drals pondered, idly inspecting the bottle for clues.
“Hm, plausible. Or, is one meant to combine it with something else? To add a dash of sweetness to something stronger?” Azandar suggested.
“Could be,” he set the bottle down once more, confident it contained no revelations. “I also have a bottle of flin, if we were to test that theory.”
“No, no, it would have to be a liquor of Cyrodiilic origin, in order to experiment under ideal parameters. If it is meant to be mixed, they must have had something in mind to mix it with.”
“Hm, you're right. I wonder if the tavern here sells imported spirits.” He left the cup on the table.
“Yes, we will need specimens for further experimentation. However…” Azandar sighed, looking at Drals with a soft smile. “Perhaps we will prepare that for a later date.”
“Agreed,” Drals sunk back into the settee, draping an arm over the back. “I'd say we've suffered enough for one day.”
“Indeed,” Azandar agreed, mirroring Drals, holding the cup of wine under his chin. “I will admit, under further consideration, it has grown on me,” he smiled. “Thank you. It was a thoughtful choice.”
“Oh,” Drals fumbled. “Well,” he chuckled nervously, averting his gaze, feeling almost childish in his oddly uncomfortable giddiness.
“Did I say something wrong?” Azandar asked, frowning.
“No,” Drals said, bringing his eye back to Azandar, scratching the back of his neck. “No, I…” he sighed.
He liked Azandar. He liked him a lot. He felt it getting more and more difficult to deny it.
But what would Drals say? How would he say it? He was so hopelessly, dreadfully bad at these things. He had been away from people for so long, but even before then, he was bad at it. Now he was just worse.
So, why not just say that? Just say what he was feeling? Did it have to be so complicated?
“Embarrassment,” he started, trying to take a page from Azandar’s book. “Infatuation. Affection. I…” he looked up, to see wide brown eyes intently watching him. “I feel things about you I'm not used to feeling. I'm sorry if that's– you don't have to feel the same. I just want you to know.”
Azandar laughed. Drals stared at him, his embarrassment replaced by confusion.
“Oh, Drals,” he said, chuckling. “You're as subtle as a minotaur in a teahouse. Even I suspected as much.” Drals pouted at the impish look he was given as Azandar raised his cup to his lips.
“Ugh. I'm not good at this shit,” Drals rubbed at his good eye.
“I'm… sorry,” Azandar reached out a hand as he moved closer, placing it on Drals’ forearm. “I don't mean to be rude. I–”
“No, you're right. It all feels rather juvenile. I'm sorry I said anything.”
“Drals,” Azandar gave him a pointed look.
“Yes?”
“I do feel the same, you know.”
“...Oh,” he said breathlessly, finally registering the closeness of the other man. “Oh.”
“Perhaps it is juvenile,” Azandar smiled, his eyes falling elsewhere. “In the way that I feel childlike joy when I'm around you. You're… well, you're brilliant.”
Drals could only stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded, until he felt like all the pieces clicked into place and he could not hold back any longer.
Azandar made a small, surprised sound as their lips met. He quickly melted into Drals, his hand winding up his arm to rest at the back of his neck, kissing him back eagerly. Drals held his jaw in one hand, savouring the taste of too-sweet wine on Azandar’s lips. It tasted far better like that, he thought; perhaps Azandar’s theory would be proven correct.
He pulled back after a moment, studying Azandar’s face. He was a handsome man. Here, though, he was beautiful, Drals thought, with his eyes dark and lips parted. He couldn't help but feel a pang of loss when he leaned away, setting the cup of wine down next to Drals’ on the table.
But, just as quickly, he returned, stealing Drals’ breath away with the heat of the kiss that followed. Drals wrapped his hands around his waist as Azandar pressed against him, lips hungrily moving against his own. It teetered just on the edge of roughness in a way that made Drals’ pulse race.
He felt as though months of tension had built up to this one moment, and now his desire came as a flood and all he wanted was more.
He wanted to see more of him, as he kissed and bit Azandar’s skin, pulling open the clasps of his shirt. He wanted to feel more of him, as he pushed him onto his back, groaning as Azandar arched against him, hands tangled in the hair at the base of his skull and pulling him downwards. He wanted to be closer, as he pushed into him, shuddering, the heat and the friction almost enough to be overwhelming.
He wanted to hear more, as Azandar gasped and moaned and pleaded into his shoulder, the sound perhaps the sweetest thing Drals had ever heard.
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My boyfriend keeps looking at me like 😐... 🥚 when I tell a story that happened pre-transition and it gets funnier every time, so I present to you, in no particular order,
egg shit that SOMEHOW did not tip me off:
Played in numerous d&d campaigns in college; didn't play a lady character even once.
Invented a male persona so I could sub in when my boyfriend's frat was a man short for Beer Olympics.
Maintained that male persona and later pledged the frat.
Was regularly the only girl invited to Boys' Night because "you're a guy like at least 40% of the time anyway".
Planned elaborate costumes every halloween; never once went as a lady or anything lady-adjacent.
Actually won 'Sexiest costume (male)' at a theatre event.
Regularly auditioned for male roles in theatre productions. Landed a small part in an all-female production of As You Like It as Silvius and was never more psyched to be in a play.
Watched Ouran High School Host Club straight through by myself; felt weird and immediately chopped off all my hair about it.
Messed around with my college boyfriend while in boymode, using masc pronouns and an assumed name.
80% of my wardrobe in college was hand-me-downs from that same boyfriend.
Went as a wizard for halloween multiple times as a kid, with the beard and everything; never once considered being a witch.
Invented a male persona in middle/high school just for going to hockey games with my uncle.
Made out with more than one gay dude who said "I don't know what it is about you, I'm usually never attracted to women."
Ended up effectively living in my buddy Jake's dorm room every single year, no matter what my official living arrangements were.
Started wearing Old Spice in high school because a boy I liked wore it and I liked how he smelled. Pulled the same move in college with a particular brand of shampoo.
Wore the men's jeans+high-impact sports bra combo in an astounding number of photos.
And I didn't know! My oblivious ass sat there in my boyfriend's old pants with my titties tied down, calling myself Jack, playing a male illusionist for the 76th time in a d&d game with my frat brothers and making plans to go to Boys' Night afterwards for Streetfighter and beer, and I didn't figure it out.
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Do you have a list of good sex ed books to read?
BOY DO I
please bear in mind that some of these books are a little old (10+ years) by research standards now, and that even the newer ones are all flawed in some way. the thing about research on human beings, and especially research on something as nebulous and huge as sex, is that people are Always going to miss something or fail to account for every possible experience, and that's just something that we have to accept in good faith. I think all of these books have something interesting to say, but that doesn't mean any of them are the only book you'll ever need.
related to that: it's been A While since I've read some of these so sorry if anything in them has aged poorly (I don't THINK SO but like, I was not as discerning a reader when I was 19) but I am still including them as books that have been important to my personal journey as a sex educator.
additionally, a caveat that very few of these books are, like, instructional sex ed books in the sense of like "here's how the penis works, here's where the clit is, etc." those books exist and they're great but they're also not very interesting to me; my studies on sex are much more in the social aspect (shout out to my sociology degree) and the way people learn to think about sex and societal factors that shape those trends. these books reflect that. I would genuinely love to have the time to check out some 101 books to see how they fare, but alas - sex ed is not my day job and I don't have the time to dedicate to that, so it happens slowly when it happens at all. I've been meaning to read Dr. Gunter's Vagina Bible since it came out in 2019, for fucks sake.
and finally an acknowledgement that this is a fairly white list, which has as much to do with biases with academia and publishing as my own unchecked biases especially early in my academic career and the limitations of my university library.
ANYWAY here's some books about sex that have been influential/informative to me in one way or another:
The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)
Virginity Lost: An Intimate Portrait of First Sexual Experiences (Laura M. Carpenter, 2005)
Sex Goes to School: Girls and Sex Education Before the 1960s (Susan K. Freeman, 2008)
Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex (Mary Roach, 2008)
Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)
The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women (Jessica Valenti, 2009)
Not Under My Roof: Parents, Teens, and the Culture of Sex (Amy T. Schalet, 2011)
Rewriting the Rules: An Integrative Guide to Love, Sex and Relationships (Meg-John Barker, 2013)
The Sex Myth: The Gap Between Our Fantasies and Realities (Rachel Hills, 2015)
Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science That Will Tranform Your Sex Life (Emily Nagoski, 2015)
Not Gay: Sex Between Straight White Men (Jane Ward, 2015)
Too Hot to Handle: A Global History of Sex Education (Jonathan Zimmerman, 2015)
American Hookup: The New Culture of Sex on Campus (Lisa Wade, 2017)
Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, 2018)
Revolting Prostitutes: The Fight for Sex Workers' Rights (Juno Mac and Molly Smith, 2018)
Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex (Angela Chen, 2020)
Pleasure in the News: African American Readership and Sexuality in the Black Press (Kim Gallon, 2020)
A Curious History of Sex (Kate Lister, 2020)
Boys & Sex: Young Men on Hookups, Love, Porn, Consent, and Navigating the New Masculinity (Peggy Orenstein, 2020)
Black Women, Black Love: America's War on Africa American Marriage (Dianne M. Stewart, 2020)
The Tragedy of Heterosexuality (Jane Ward, 2020)
Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021)
The Right to Sex: Feminist in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021)
Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021)
Superfreaks: Kink, Pleasure, and the Pursuit of Happiness (Arielle Greenberg, 2023)
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