I haven't read the story at all, but I think it's more common than we think about trauma destroying our visual identity.
We have a new friend here in town that we've known for about a year. We invited them to D.'s 40th, so they reciprocated and invited us to his birthday party...his 70th. We had no idea he was that age, and expressed it to them.
Turns out he was badly burned some years ago, and the resulting surgery stretched his skin in such a way that he will never show wrinkles, and thus does not look anywhere close to his age.
Of course, we didn't know him before, but it appears that his appearance has significantly changed. I don't know how he dealt with it, but it must be so disturbing.
The NYT article has a picture of her before her injury, after preliminary reconstructive surgery, and after the face transplant. Major power to the woman for coming forward and making a statement about how looks aren't all that matter about a person. She must be incredibly strong. But it's so sad. Honestly, if you haven't read about it, I would avoid it.
Also, a guy I know with kids 5, 3 and 9 months has stage IV melanoma.
This week has been nothing but thunder and lightning, unexpected sex toys, cleaning up blood stains, and multiple phone calls to gossip rags in London.
My life sounds so much more dashing than it actually is.
My life sounds so much more dashing than it actually is
Sounds like a kick-ass episode of CSI--no, Bones. Bones is more likely to deal with the weird shit.
My life sounds so much more dashing than it actually is.
That does sound remarkably dashing!
...UNEXPECTED sex toys? That sounds either upsetting or painful or terribly wicked.
I feel that there is an "it was a dark and stormy night" sentence somewhere in shrift's week, but I can't manage to fit in the london gossip rags.
Ion - date 3 is tomorrow after work. Dinner. It will be on the short side as I have to be home by 8. I narrowed places down to 2 and now must choose.
Ack, but I'm taahhhhhrrrrrrrd.
Been chaos around here but my dogs are bathed and groomed, the house is sort of clean (cleaner than it was), and agents have been queried.
It's the first time in seven weeks that I sat at my desk and oddly enough, it's my legs that hurt.
...UNEXPECTED sex toys? That sounds either upsetting or painful or terribly wicked.
Indeed. Sex toys are one thing, but when they're unexpected? Did someone open a drawer they shouldn't have? Was it like the Burger King? You open your eyes in the morning, and there he/they are?
...UNEXPECTED sex toys? That sounds either upsetting or painful or terribly wicked.
Just as with the toy boat fetish explanation, the reality is much less exciting and exotic than that of what our collective imagination can provide.
Okay, a sign of how tired I am, that "unexpected sex toys" didn't even make me bat an eyelash.
Sheesh.
