Eccentric Flower:199905/sex glamour and pregnancy
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may thirteenth sex, glamour, and pregnancy The previous postcard is long, sticks to a single topic, and probably should have been a Circular Cruise. If you're in the mood for a Serious Discussion, give it a try. This one is the usual mess: All the things I thought of today and wanted to write down. It was an absolutely beautiful day today - clear and cool enough to wear an overshirt (I like those because I don't like the way a bare T-shirt looks on my body) but warm enough to wear my sandals. Hooray - sandal season has begun! You won't see my sneakers again until the weather becomes so cold that I can't avoid it any longer. Unfortunately I wasn't out in the weather much today - too much work to do - which is why I have all these words stored up. - - - I am apparently the only person who really enjoyed The Mummy. Obviously you were all going into it with expectations that were too high! And you'll be disappointed when you see The Phantom Menace, too, if you keep that up. Don't forget: One standard for action movies, another for romances, and a third for Serious Film. Or, as it generally works out for me: Suspend all disbelief, suspend some disbelief, and don't see it (respectively). - - - I mentioned that I bought Glamour the other day. I found an article in that which really interested me. It was about how some women fixate on the way they look in bed - often asking their partners not to look at them, or insisting that they have sex with the lights off - which both the article and I think is perfectly ridiculous. The interesting thing was that the article was describing how women tend to worry about their bodies, concentrate on one or two "bad" features and build them completely out of proportion. Now, this is a sore point with me - has been for a while - because I believe that men do this just as much as women do, they simply don't tell anyone about it. I think that "men don't worry about their looks" is a myth. Certainly while I was reading this, I found (as usual) that I fit more of the stereotypical female behaviors than the male ones. Except one. Men, the article says, get into kind of a "sex trance" once the actions get going - so washed away on the fun and contact that they could be having sex with a bull moose and they wouldn't care. That's me. I'm right there. I love the way Nonelvis' body looks (she doesn't) and I especially like it without any clothes on it, so I can't say if the article is right when it says that men don't notice the same things women think they're noticing. I notice all of Nonelvis' body, and I like all of it. But the sex trance thing, I can confirm that. - - - Speaking of women and men and glamour, Patrick informs me that the Glamour Shots I visited the other day is theoretically gay-owned and operated, and that a female impersonator of his acquaintance used to get facial shots taken there on a regular basis. Bah. The two men there made such a negative impression on me that I wouldn't have cared even if I had known that. I realize I'm just making things tougher for myself, but until the day when Kevin Aucoin (a nice Louisiana boy, I might add) volunteers to give me a makeover - and we can all dream - I will admit to a bias against male hairdressers/makeup artists. They tend to be fussy people, and as one of the world's few non-fussy femmes (well, less fussy than some - a fussy femme would never leave the house in jeans and a T-shirt), of course the really fussy ones irritate me. I think I'd rather walk into a more hostile Glamour Shots and get made over by a woman than walk into an ostensibly drag queen friendly GS and get made over by a man. Sue me. I should be clearer about the nature of my anti-male bias, though. I have a number of male friends and I like them just fine. It's more of a "guilty until proven innocent" outlook. Basically, all men must first prove to me that they're not cavemen. This isn't hard. By the time I met Patrick, for example I was already convinced he wasn't a caveman, based on his journal entries. This is why it tends to come out more with strangers, like salesmen. - - - One more little tidbit on gender relations: In this week's Editorial Humor, there's an ad for a steak house which says Where Boys Can Be Boys Well, my immediate thought was, that's nice, but where's the restaurant where girls can be girls and so can the boys? I swear to god, I see a niche here. - - - Say! Rob and Julie are pregnant! Or, more precisely, Julie is pregnant - Rob was just an accessory before the fact. Unfortunately this means they can't leave The City That Hates Rob, something they wanted to do pretty desperately. Miss Manners devotes a section of her first book to the defunct ritual of leaving calling cards at other people's houses. In addition to the etiquette of leaving the cards themselves, there was a secret code: Each of the four corners of the card, folded over, meant something. I am doing this from memory, so forgive my inaccuracy, but ... let's see ... one meant you were leaving town, another meant "congratulations," another "condolences," and ... I can't remember the fourth. Anyway, she says (I paraphrase), "If the reader promises to learn these codes and use them properly, Miss Manners will permit you to get clever, as when folding the congratulation and condolence corners both, to indicate 'Congratulations on your loss.'" Useful sentiment for an event that is both a very good thing and a very bad thing. I believe we should reinstate the custom. Congratulations on your loss, Rob. © columbine |
