1.12.2002
Well, yesterday was the last day at my Old Other Job, and I planned a 10 day break in between that and my New Other Job.
To relax, I thought.
I have 2 - two! - days in those 10 with an open calendar. Some fun, some 'work', but, sheesh!
So much for simply falling asleep on the beach, or the rainy Seattle equivalent.
P.
posted by Peter Throckmorton 9:40 PM
1.11.2002
Back. About all I can say. As always my brain processes were shut down by the overstimulation by the sights and sounds of Las Vegas. It could also have been my night at the Tiki bar. When in Vegas go to the Venus Tiki bar at the Venetian, speak to Woods and tell him I sent you.
I will report more when I have fully returned to reality.
ps Porn conventions are not reality.
posted by Seska Roonie 10:47 AM
1.10.2002
*gracious curtsey*
I think most of us are guilty of doing the same thing, Peter. Certainly I, as a fat Jewish bisexual sex-worker pervert currently living south of the Manson-Nixon Line, have ended up feeling under culture siege enough that I've indulged in some rather uncharitable assumptions about people around me. To say the (ahem) least.
Which is one reason I do try hard to remind myself that part of "do unto others as you would be done by" is, yessirree Bob, about how I think about them, and whether I let myself base what I think of other people on my presumptions about them. And ya know, much of the time, alas, I think I'm right the first time, and the presumptions turn out to be pretty much right on target. But every once in a while, just often enough to remind me to try to stay humble, dammit, I get a big hairy surprise... like seeing this burly guy the other day in a WWJD (What Would Jesus Do) sweatshirt, big lumberjacky type, heading toward my end of the row of cars, herding his 3 little bickering towhaid chillun through the parking lot of the grocery store toward a minivan.
I was about to mutter something about "apparently Jesus would drive an ugly minivan and contribute to the Aryan Nation like a good little breeder" when I saw the "Love Makes a Family" bumpersticker, the fag flag bumpersticker, and the boyfriend, picture perfect nellie lad of the perfectly-creased khakis flavor, loading grocery bags into the side door of the van and calling out, "Honey! Make sure Simone zips up her jacket, she still has a cold!"
So, yeah. What would Jesus do? Apparently, He'd have a boyfriend who drives am ugly Dodge minivan and favors the J. Crew look, and three whiny overstimulated children who will grow up with two daddies, and hopefully learn something in the process.
Could be worse. Lots worse.
onward and upward. my bathroom is in need of repair. onward into the Home Depot breach.
posted by hanne blank 7:19 AM
Hanne...
You, as most residents here know, are indeed a Goddess. Your resolutions are right on target, especially:
Resolution Four: I will learn how to suspend my own personal judgment about other people's lives and preferences when those people and preferences cause harm to no one.
This is the mea culpa around Casa Throckmorton. Living in the margins, and prejudged so readily and harshly by much of our more mainstream society - by too many of the Christians, in particular - I find myself judging them not only in self defense, but also all too readily and harshly.
I need to work on this, on not automatically prejudging folks just because they readily identify as Christian. Of course, I'll still keep my back to the wall and be aware of the rear exit door.
Thank you, dear.
P.
posted by Peter Throckmorton 12:08 AM
1.8.2002
Peter,
Short answer? No, I think what you said in your journal is perfectly appropriate. The more we de-mystify those sometimes cranky "pink-parts," the better off we *all* will be. Bravo to you for being so brave and honest. It just makes me dig you all that much more, hon :)
In fact, since we're sharing medical woes, let's talk for a moment about post-surgery and orgasm. I had knee surgery back in August, and have noticed that I've had significant problems with orgasm since then, which is a bit confounding. I think it has something to do with the fact that the particular position I orgasm in is now a bit painful because it places some pressure on my (still) sometimes-painful knee. Bleh. While I enjoy (no, LOVE) just about all types of sex (manual, oral, and penetrative, just to name a few) it's intercourse that puts me over the top. (yeah, I'm like the 5% that it happens that way for) This has been frustrating, because while I still orgasm easily with my "mechanic" (heh, vibrator) it just isn't the same. Thankfully, my partner is more than willing to work out the kinks (heh, check out my double-entendre) but at this point, I'm stressing about it a bit, and if the mind is distracted, the body tends to be a pain in the ass. Any ideas for me? I've heard tantric sex is just wonderful, with less body stress, any good books I can read?
Um, sorry if this is TMI, but it has been a problem that (I'm thinking) a bunch of super-sexperts can help me with!
posted by Lisa Link 3:14 PM
1.7.2002
OK, I'm checking in with the crew.... sorry I've been AFK, but I had no Internet access on my vacation. I know, it seemed unthinkable to me, too.
Just to bring y'all up to date on the conversations I've missed:
1/ I, too, am ill. I have perpetual morning sickness, except I'm not pregnant and the other half has it too. So it's either a sex writer thing, or that time of year. Puke.
2/ I currently have no orange pets, although I've had a goldfish, two firebelly newts (Ernie and Bert) and a tabby cat named George.
3/ I have not had a muscle tear or a toothache over the holidays, although I did have a bout of sciatica that was fairly awe inspiring. I love my chiropractor, especially when he pulls those WWF moves. Oooh, baby.
4/ I was most recently found drinking Belvedere martinis at Edwards in TriBecca with my dad; I'm not really one for frou-frou drinks, although Heather has promised to convert me and I have promised to be a faithful supplicant.
Now, Mr. Throckmorton, as to your erectile dysfunction - you go, boy. I'm all for unmasking reality. Rock on.
posted by Sabrina Dent 2:41 PM
Peter,
you are braver, at this point, than am I. I eventually found that writing openly about my sex life brought more stress than I can handle down upon my head. Now, I keep sex-related entries password protected, just to make my life easier.
I think there is a great need to write candidly about erectile dysfunction, because for many men it is a source of shame. If more people (male and female) knew how truly normal it is, I think there would be a lot less anxiety attached to the subject.
posted by 00goddess 11:55 AM
Thanks, dear!!
Back at ya!
P.
posted by Peter Throckmorton 12:04 AM
Well, I think you rock. But you knew that.
And I think you rock in terms of journal entries like this for a number of reasons. Honestly, the world has so GOT to get over this whole feeling about genitals as "special" places which are treated differently than every other part of the body. I've seen that approach scare peopple young and old away from sexual healthcare, I've seen it really dissapoint people sexually (when special places don't act "special" it can be a letdown), I've seen it really complicate and further traumatize abuse victims, the whole kit & kaboodle. All in all, I've seen it contribute to WAY more negatives than positives. We can say our bodies or our genitals are sacred without treating them like pariahs, in fact, I'd reckon to say that stands counter TO treating them as sacred.
And part of getting people over that is talking like you just have there, cara. Slainte!
posted by Heather Corinna 12:01 AM
1.6.2002
Well, I'm curious, fellow slushbloggers and residents of the ghetto.
I just posted a long note today in my journal about male erectile dysfunction, how it affects me, and some feelings about it.
How do you folks feel about that degree of personal exposition? I ended with a couple of thoughts about why I did it, and have no problem with the issue, but I am curious where folks who do write about personal stuff, where you draw the line?
P.
posted by Peter Throckmorton 7:29 PM
