Sexytimes: Wow, y'all are parsing it rather fine. Whatever happened to Sifu Jesse's wise words, "Different people like different shit"?
Wow, we all just like to talk a lot. About everything. Please to not marginalize someone's -- and I mean *my* -- sexuality by dismissing it as "parsing it rather fine" and "different people like different shit."
We talk. A lot. About things on which people differ. If we summed everything up as "different people like different shit," we wouldn't need this message board.
Awesome, Gud!
All my successful, uh, interludes have commenced with either a backhanded compliment/foot-in-mouth or fairly obnoxious aggressive bantering. Which is to say I have a type. And since I don't find that particularly healthy for me long term (short term is fine. Any more than that, exhausting,) I only give into it where I extricate effortlessly and there's a built in expiration date. And I am not looking for anything more.
Yay Gud!
This conversation about sexuality is fascinating to me. Please keep being talky-meat.
Aaaand my geriatric cat just farted in my face as the kitten barfed up the grass he ate earlier.
I don't want a partner, romantic or otherwise. I want elves. Cat-cleanup elves. And maybe handyman elves.
Wow, we all just like to talk a lot. About everything. Please to not marginalize someone's -- and I mean *my* -- sexuality by dismissing it as "parsing it rather fine" and "different people like different shit."
Wow, what? I'm not marginalizing or dismissing anything. You can be any flavor of the rainbow you please as you define it. I'm not putting you in a box or defining it or denying it. All I said was that as the gradations of taxonomy become so distinct as to define your own personal space it is no different than saying, "You like what you like." The DSM does not go down that far because ultimately individuals prefer things which define them as individuals. Or, you know, what Jesse said.
I want elves. Cat-cleanup elves.
Sometimes a partner can do that, though.
I think I'm definitely suited to being part of a pair. I usually have been, and obviously have been for the last twentysomething years. But I've explained, and S. has learned, that my alone time, or my time out of the house with people not him, is just as important to me as time with him.
Aaaand to go back to my earlier ranting about the whole
#fuckplanb
thing: Oh, I should have realized. Part of it was started by comments from Amanda Palmer.
sighs
I have such conflicted feelings about her.
