-Jack said back in January that one of his goals for 2010 was for me to be fisted. I'm pretty sure he was mostly joking, but the more fisting comes up in my life the more intrigued I am. I think I'm now on board with the fisting mission.
-I've discovered that I put way too much pressure on myself for things to be awesome. If I go to any event, whether it's a play party or to a bar with my college friends, with really high expectations, I'll freak myself out so much that I end up having a terrible time. I'm working on not having expectations, but just letting things happen.
-I think How I Paid for College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship, and Musical Theatre by Marc Acito is the most sex-positive novel I've ever read. I may actually write an entire post on why and how cool that is, but I can never think of a good way to bring it up.
-I feel like I have an identity crisis every few months. This has been going on pretty much my whole life, except maybe briefly in high school. I never feel like I quite fit in anywhere, and I wish I was more comfortable with that and didn't feel the need to label myself.
-I can't talk to my parents about sex at all unless it's as a very abstract concept. Whenever they mentioned it to me in the past, I got horribly embarrassed and awkward and froze up. These days, the reverse is true--they freeze up. I find this weird, since my dad once said, in response to a TV show, "Anyone who says they've never touched themselves is either frigid or lying." I feel like my parents are probably pretty cool about sex, except when it comes to me.
-I now have as much trouble watching movies that reference kinky sex as I used to watching film adaptations of musicals or costume dramas. Instead of yelling out "OMG! They cut one of the best songs!" or "OMG! The sleeves on that dress are completely wrong!" I'm now going "OMG! They just pierced his nipples with no real consent!"
Acting out.
6 years ago
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