Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
btw
Matt and I now watch Glee together on the Internet.
If there were some kind of licensing agency for fucking, we'd have been on the do-not-fly list since birth.
If there were some kind of licensing agency for fucking, we'd have been on the do-not-fly list since birth.
stranger things have
It's nearly December and I'm wondering why it seems like I've put another thing away.
In early summer, I cried a lot because I'm pretty sure our bodies aren't us (or at any rate that mine isn't me). Right now I'm not sure what I think-- it feels a little irrelevant because lately I've been really enjoying having a physical form. Maybe this is for a boring reason, like that I've been awake more or have a better body image. Of course, I'm also thinking about assassinations and sham healthcare reform and I'm too busy being horrified at other people trying to use, or interfere with my own use of, my body to worry much about whether it's me or merely mine.
Anyway I've been really carried away with how beautiful bodies are, in general, and it seems natural to generalize that to include myself. I feel bad when I can't really explain why I'm so attracted to Matt, which may have something to do with our real lack of a language to express male desirability. But then, I also think that I like him the same way I like anyone, or he likes me: for no reason. I'm not sure whether the more-available words about my appearance express anything "true" about why someone would be attracted to me.
I guess I could talk about my love for physicality in general, and my love for Matt, but I'm not sure where that leaves room for sex without love, which is something that I think is pretty great as long as everyone agrees on it. Maybe I should leave it to science.
In early summer, I cried a lot because I'm pretty sure our bodies aren't us (or at any rate that mine isn't me). Right now I'm not sure what I think-- it feels a little irrelevant because lately I've been really enjoying having a physical form. Maybe this is for a boring reason, like that I've been awake more or have a better body image. Of course, I'm also thinking about assassinations and sham healthcare reform and I'm too busy being horrified at other people trying to use, or interfere with my own use of, my body to worry much about whether it's me or merely mine.
Anyway I've been really carried away with how beautiful bodies are, in general, and it seems natural to generalize that to include myself. I feel bad when I can't really explain why I'm so attracted to Matt, which may have something to do with our real lack of a language to express male desirability. But then, I also think that I like him the same way I like anyone, or he likes me: for no reason. I'm not sure whether the more-available words about my appearance express anything "true" about why someone would be attracted to me.
I guess I could talk about my love for physicality in general, and my love for Matt, but I'm not sure where that leaves room for sex without love, which is something that I think is pretty great as long as everyone agrees on it. Maybe I should leave it to science.
it's true
Even though I'm something of an old hand on the slut farm, I still sometimes read Scarleteen, learn a bit, and think about how much I love these people and want to give them all a giant hug.
Honorable mention: Deal With It! by the lovely folks at gurl.com was my bible for everything in junior high and high school.
I'm tempted to say that resources like these are some of the most valuable things out there creating healthy, happy sexual people out of the nervous messes most of us were as adolescents-- and some feminists to boot! But then, before I ever got Deal With It! I had the junior versions of matter-of-fact books on female anatomy and how to not freak out and cry when you grow weird hair and start bleeding (full disclosure: I cried). My mom bought me those books. So actually I'd really just like to thank my mom.
Honorable mention: Deal With It! by the lovely folks at gurl.com was my bible for everything in junior high and high school.
I'm tempted to say that resources like these are some of the most valuable things out there creating healthy, happy sexual people out of the nervous messes most of us were as adolescents-- and some feminists to boot! But then, before I ever got Deal With It! I had the junior versions of matter-of-fact books on female anatomy and how to not freak out and cry when you grow weird hair and start bleeding (full disclosure: I cried). My mom bought me those books. So actually I'd really just like to thank my mom.
