Dec. 24th, 2020

joreth: (Default)
www.quora.com/What-is-the-most-questionable-thing-that-could-be-found-in-your-room/answer/Joreth-Innkeeper

Q. What is the most questionable thing that could be found in your room?

A.
As mentioned elsewhere, that depends on your definition of “questionable”.
  • It could be my crossbow with the pistol grip.
     
  • It could be the targets I hang over my bed with the very tight groupings from both handguns and rifles.
     
  • It could be the hitch rings installed on the bed frame.
     
  • It could be the biohazard sticker on the metal container in the corner of the room.
     
  • It could be the tupperware container with … well, the remnants of *something* in it.
     
  • It could be the 10 gallon drum of liquid sitting at the foot of the bed.
     
  • It could be the 5-foot tall chest of drawers with sex toys in it, arranged by kink in each drawer.
     
  • It could be the 5 different bottles of cleaning chemicals sitting in the middle of the room right now.
     
  • It could be the pile of chain and rope on the floor.
     
  • It could be the giant stack of papers with the top piece showing the stamp of the city police department.
     
  • It could be the several boxes of ammunition I happened to stumble over the other day.
So, y’know, define “questionable”.
joreth: (feminism)
https://poly.land/2017/06/22/crumple-zone-partners-bear-impact/

This feels like a very surface-level introduction to something that I've been complaining about for some time.  I don't have time to go into it more right now, but I think this will become inspiration for a longer post.
"if a person within the web is particularly skilled at doing emotional labor? They’ll often end up as a lightning rod for it."

"Folks who are in emotional crumple zones are the ones others worry the least about upsetting or hurting.  Not because they don’t have feelings.  And not because they don’t get hurt easily.

Indeed, many folks in the crumple zone are actually quite sensitive — to their own emotions and to the ones of those around them.  But the reality is that their own hurt feelings don’t cause inconvenience to others."
In my case, it plays out that I take responsibility for my own emotions and don't expect other people to "fix" me or do something about a problem that's internal to me.

The double edge to this sword is that I end up dating men who *like* the fact that I don't make them responsible for my own emotions.  But how is that a bad thing? you might ask.  Well, it becomes a bad thing because it attracts both emotionally mature people AND people who don't like to do any emotional labor in relationships and expect their partners to do it all for them.

So my partners get complacent that I'll do the work on myself and compensate for their lack of relationship management skill and they coast along in a relatively drama-free relationship.  Until I have an actual problem that requires their participation.   Suddenly it's all "drama" and "I can't handle this right now" and "I'm overwhelmed, I need to leave" and "you're too much work".

My last major breakup was with someone who ghosted me slowly.  After not having seen him in literally months, I asked him to tell me what kind of time commitment he *could* agree to.  He insisted that our previous agreement of spending a long weekend every other week at my house was doable.

After another couple of months of still not seeing him, I mentioned one date night per month, where we leave the house and do something that requires focused attention on each other. One date night per month.  Another month or two passed by with not only not seeing each other, but he also just stopped responding to my text messages.   I finally got to see him when he felt obligated to a favor he had agreed to a long time prior.

In that confrontation, his response was to accidentally admit that his video game time was taking precedence over my request for one date night per month of concentrated attention.  You see, I was fine to spend time with, as long as he didn't have to feel any inconvenience from my feelings.  As soon as I started expressing unhappiness at his lack of participation in our relationship, he got "overwhelmed".

When we saw each other regularly, he told me how soothing it was to be in my presence.  But when he stopped seeing me regularly and I started expressing sadness and disappointment, he pulled back even more to avoid facing my inconvenient emotions.

My most recent "minor" breakup was with someone who I knew would feel challenged by polyamory.   So I was as up front with him as possible, telling him that there would be challenges, but that I would work with him every step of the way.  After all, he was the one who insisted that he try, and I quote, "all in with an emotional connection or nothing".   I would have accepted a quick rebound fuck and moved on, but he insisted that it had to be a "real relationship" and I was dubious at his ability to handle that.

Just as I started to let my guard down and show him my vulnerabilities as part of this intimate relationship he insisted we have, he tells me that "a relationship shouldn't be this much work" (keep in mind we *hadn't yet actually started dating*, we just had 3 dates where we talked about what we were interested in) so he's getting back with his ex-gf because she already knows him and won't put any demands on him to grow or challenge his preconceptions of love.  Of course she won't, that's why he dumped her in the first place - he was bored and envisioning a lifetime of beige.  But now, faced with potential "challenges" and "growth", suddenly that life without challenge seemed safer.   Yes, he actually said all that.

I am always the partner who has to deal with my emotions on my own.  I'm the "poly veteran", so obvs I'm an expert and don't need help.  As soon as I exhibit any difficulty or ask for someone else's help in managing the relationship, I become "inconvenient", "challenging", and "difficult".

I'm the one people date because it's so "easy" to be in a relationship with me ... until it's not, and then I'm the one that gets dumped because fuck forbid my partner have to take the reins for a while and give me a space to be the mess in the relationship.
joreth: (feminism)
Btw, just in case anyone else needs this info, I found a menstruating aid that can be worn during sex.

I decided to finally try out a diva cup type thing so I could go without underwear (which means no pads, and even though I can't wear tampons (TSS), I didn't want the string hanging down either).  I assumed I would be limited to no PIV, just other activities with a cup in, and that was fine as long as I could show up in a short skirt and no underwear and not get blood everywhere.

But right next to the cups was this package of something called Softdisc (disposable discs) that said on the side it could be worn during sex.  I know there are other products that can be worn during sex, but this was the only one on the shelves that said so on the package.  Probably my very first time wearing an internal menstruation aid shouldn't have been a product I had never heard of before while doing something ... questionable with it on.

But I tried it on the night before to get the hang of it and to see if it would trigger my TSS or otherwise be uncomfortable, and told him that if he could feel it and it was bothersome, we could stop and do other things.  He was all for trying it.

It's a large plastic ring with a soft, crinkly bag attached, like an internal condom, only the bag is much shallower.  You squeeze the ring to make a long strip instead of a circle, and push it in and *down*, not up.  Then, once it gets past the pubic bone, you push the ring up to form a seal around the cervical opening.  It just kinda hangs out there, hovering above the vaginal canal.

I could feel the ring with my finger (which is good because how could you take it out if you can't find it again?) so I assumed the hard ring would either be uncomfortable for him or get slammed into my cervix.  Neither happened.  He said he could barely feel it and it wasn't uncomfortable, and I didn't notice it at all.

However, it did slip a little, so I spotted afterwards until I changed it out.  And because it wasn't sucked up where it should have been, it slipped a lot during a bowel movement push.  That's how you remove it, btw, you push to make the ring more accessible and then hook a finger under the ring and pull while still pushing your bowel muscles.

So I would recommend changing it after penetration, but it worked as advertised.  And now I can have penetrative sex while on my period!  (I don't like messy sex, so I refused to before)
joreth: (being wise)
www.quora.com/What-is-the-most-ridiculous-thing-you-and-your-spouse-fight-about/answer/Joreth-Innkeeper

Q. What is the most ridiculous thing you and your spouse fight about?

A.
Franklin and I once got into an argument at a kink convention.  We were waiting in line for registration and someone walked past us with some kind of bright, unnatural hair color.  I don’t remember what color it was, but it caught our attention.  Franklin called the color by one name, I called it by another name.  And I don’t mean he called it “carnation pink” while I called it “rose pink”, I mean we called it by actual different color names.  We were both adamant that it was the name we called it.  We were both shocked that the other apparently saw a totally different color.

For some reason, this debate felt personal and I had to insist we drop the subject.  It got all wrapped up in my feelings of being dismissed by a partner, of having my judgement questioned, of being ‘splained at (because I’m a photographer and a lighting technician - I literally get paid to create color with light), of a whole bunch of other things.

I couldn’t understand why he was disagreeing with me, or why he saw the color so differently.  Unlike the stereotype, Franklin is also a photographer and used to work in printwork, like, magazine layouts and stuff.  He actually has a really good, nuanced eye for color.  But we saw this color so very differently.

Later, we had a totally different conversation that clarified things for me.  It’s not that we saw different colors, it’s that we both saw the exact same color and we just arrived at it from different perspectives.

You see, I work with light.  Color in lighting is an additive process.  You add colors together to get different colors.  Franklin works with ink, which is a subtractive process (https://www.xrite.com/blog/additive-subtractive-color-models).  You take colors out to get other colors.  When you add all the colors of light together, you get white.  When you add all the colors of paint and ink together, you get a dark, murky brownish, greyish black.

I see the world in terms of how light waves interact with each other.  Franklin sees the world in terms of pigment.  I see the world in RBG and he sees it in CMYK

Once we got to the root of the problem, the argument no longer upset me.  It was simply a matter of coming to the same conclusion from two different perspectives - neither of us was wrong, but in different contexts, we each had different perspectives.

It’s my experience that “serious” arguments over “silly” things are really symptoms of deeper things like worldviews or perspectives.  We could have just let this argument go and dismissed it as being “silly” because the name of that person’s hair color was completely irrelevant to anything important in our lives (or we could have asked him the manufacturer’s label for that color and solved the debate).  And, honestly, we did both let it go.

But when an opportunity came up to look deeper into the conflict, I took it, and discovered something more important at stake - it wasn’t really about the name of the color, it was about respecting each other’s different experiences and knowledge bases and perspectives.  We had the opportunity to learn more about each other as individuals, and through that learning came more understanding, which came greater respect.

So, while certainly plenty of “silly” arguments exist that have no real deeper meaning, I’ve learned that if an argument about “silly” things feels serious, it’s worth looking into why.  This was a “silly” argument.  But had we just let it go at that, without taking the opportunity that the subsequent discussion afforded us by making a connection to that “silly” argument, we wouldn’t have reached this better understanding of each other, and we quite possibly might have had an actual, real serious argument later where we were unable to find common ground because we hadn’t had this experience of seeing each other’s perspectives.

Not all perspectives are “valid” in that they’re not all equally correct.  Sometimes someone really is just wrong about something.  But, in this case, approaching a color from an additive perspective vs. approaching it from a subtractive perspective are both valid, in that they’re both legitimate approaches to arrive at a color.  We got to see that about each other, and we can take that respect for our different backgrounds and experiences into our future conflicts, which have helped us to find common ground at times when it feels like we are seeing two totally different colors.

And now we play-disagree ironically about which is better - RGB or CMYK.
joreth: (anger)
#PSA: The United States Postal Service offers a special service, free of charge:  If you receive mail for someone who does not live at your address, you can write on the outside "return to sender" and "addressee unknown" and put it back in the mailbox.  The post office will then return it back to the person who sent it for no additional charge.

If someone who used to live at your address is now currently doing everything in their power to not be contacted by you, the correct thing to do when you receive their mail is to return it to sender, not contact everyone you know who knows them and tell them you have their mail.

If the mail is important and it gets back to the sender, then the sender will try alternate means of contacting them.

Too many people use mail or packages as a tool to further contact someone who is trying to escape them.  Don't do that.

Return that shit to sender and let them figure out how to get it to the addressee.

I know it's not possible for people to remember every single lesson they learned in school for their entire scholastic career, but this is something that was actually taught in school. If you've forgotten it, now you know it again.

#InOtherWordsStopMessagingMyFriendsTryingToContactMeYouFuckingAsshole
joreth: (Default)
A cast of characters like Awkward Yeti, of the various body organs, but personalities to fit my own quirks. In this case, we have #AnorexicBrain and #AnorexicStomach and #SleepDisorderHormones

Brain: We will focus on the task at hand.

Me: But it's not the task I want to be doing! I have important shit to do and this is just surfing the...

Brain: Focus...

Brain: Focus...



[hours pass]

Me: [finally remembers something I actually want to get done online, to justify sitting at the computer this whole time]

Stomach: OMG HANGRY RIGHT NOW MUST HAVE FOOD OR WE WILL DIE!!!!!!!

Me: Fuck, dude, chill out! I'm right in the middle of something, I'll get food in like 5 minutes.

Stomach: 5 minutes is way too long! We'll be starving before then!

Brain: I will then cut off all the hunger signals so that you can focus and direct the body immediately into starvation mode! Metabolism! Slow down! Circulation! Drop! Fat production! Speed up!

Me: No, wait, you don't have to do that, I'll get up in a minute, I just meant, y'know, tone it down a bi....

Brain: Focus...

Me: [back to task]

[a few hours later]

Stomach: WTF WILL YOU GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND FUCKING EAT SOMETHING ALREADY WE ARE ALMOST DEAD RIGHT NOW WE ARE LITERALLY DYING RIGHT THIS MINUTE!

Me: Shit! I forgot to eat again. OK, here, I put some food in the microwave, it'll be ready in 3 minutes, calm down!

Brain: Oh, see there? Food is started! Problem solved! Nothing to see here, move along, everyone go back to what you're doing, all danger signals can be turned off now.

Stomach: Hold on, last time we did that, she forgot...

Brain: Focus...

Me: [goes back to the computer for another couple hours]

Stomach: DED NAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sleep Disorder Hormones: Nope, sorry, time for sleep. Everything shut down immediately! This is not a drill!

Me: But... [sleep]

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