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Mar. 22nd, 2008 08:31 amToday is a really good friend of mine's birthday and he and some other mutual friends are going to come over later today and party with me and my roomie. I can't wait. (Oddly, though, he was supposed to show up yesterday to drop off something and he never did.) I need to be with friends. I have been feeling really burned out lately and need to do something to cheer up.
Mini review of last night's House rerun: "Informed Consent:" Wow, Joel Grey is a good actor. Kneesocks? What was up with House going on about kneesocks? I am definitely on the side of the right to die people. Lastly, I would not at all mind sharing House with Wilson or Cuddy but Barbie needs to fuck off. Now. And why would anyone do a calender of Fresno? I've been to Fresno and it is one butt-ugly city. There's nothing to do there either. I have kind of a reputation among my friends for slagging off LA a lot for being another ugly city (among other beefs) but i will give LA credit for one thing, there's tons of stuff to do there. As long as you have money and a car you will not get bored. Fresno's a pit, though.
Iatroeco-oxyglossophilia Part 7
"...that's the whole thing about blues and punk rock; they're both great music forms born out of anger."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Greg."
"You're not just attracted to me because you feel sorry for me, so what exactly is it?"
"I would never be attracted to a man out of pity. I made that mistake once a really long time ago, and, boy, did I ever live to regret it. I don't even want to get into that." I paused and sighed, looked down at the floor of my hospital room, then back up into his intense ocean blue eyes.
"I'm attracted to you because you're incredibly intelligent, you have an amazing wit and you don't take any crap off anybody. I admire your mind. Also...." I trailed off.
He smiled. "Did I tell you to stop?"
"There's something else but I feel really guilty about it."
"Screw guilt. I'm too intrigued now. What is it?"
"OK, I feel kind of hypocritical even mentioning this, but I think you're extremely good looking."
"Oooooh, yeah, us skinny crippled slobs with overbites are H-O-T, hot, baby!!"
"You can make all the self-deprecating cracks you want to--"
"I believe I will."
"--but it's not gonna change the way I feel."
He looked a little uncomfortable at this, paused briefly and said in a much quieter tone of voice, "Thank you." He reached forward and tentatively squeezed my shoulder. "I gotta go back to work. I'll see you later."
Mini review of last night's House rerun: "Informed Consent:" Wow, Joel Grey is a good actor. Kneesocks? What was up with House going on about kneesocks? I am definitely on the side of the right to die people. Lastly, I would not at all mind sharing House with Wilson or Cuddy but Barbie needs to fuck off. Now. And why would anyone do a calender of Fresno? I've been to Fresno and it is one butt-ugly city. There's nothing to do there either. I have kind of a reputation among my friends for slagging off LA a lot for being another ugly city (among other beefs) but i will give LA credit for one thing, there's tons of stuff to do there. As long as you have money and a car you will not get bored. Fresno's a pit, though.
Iatroeco-oxyglossophilia Part 7
"...that's the whole thing about blues and punk rock; they're both great music forms born out of anger."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Greg."
"You're not just attracted to me because you feel sorry for me, so what exactly is it?"
"I would never be attracted to a man out of pity. I made that mistake once a really long time ago, and, boy, did I ever live to regret it. I don't even want to get into that." I paused and sighed, looked down at the floor of my hospital room, then back up into his intense ocean blue eyes.
"I'm attracted to you because you're incredibly intelligent, you have an amazing wit and you don't take any crap off anybody. I admire your mind. Also...." I trailed off.
He smiled. "Did I tell you to stop?"
"There's something else but I feel really guilty about it."
"Screw guilt. I'm too intrigued now. What is it?"
"OK, I feel kind of hypocritical even mentioning this, but I think you're extremely good looking."
"Oooooh, yeah, us skinny crippled slobs with overbites are H-O-T, hot, baby!!"
"You can make all the self-deprecating cracks you want to--"
"I believe I will."
"--but it's not gonna change the way I feel."
He looked a little uncomfortable at this, paused briefly and said in a much quieter tone of voice, "Thank you." He reached forward and tentatively squeezed my shoulder. "I gotta go back to work. I'll see you later."
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:47 pm (UTC)I wonder not why you're bothered, but why I was never bothered by my appreciating good looks. I remember discussing with my best gay pal, trying to tell him "You know, if you were less picky about looks, you could get a boyfriend much faster" and his answering "Easy to say, your boyfriend's good looking though!" and I had to admit that it was true. And I had kind of pretended to myself this didn't play a role. I think you're honest with yourself in a way I am not.
Of course, that's part of why House likes you :-).
[Hope you can make sense of the above, I was struggling with English grammar and syntax and my own tangled thoughts.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 06:15 pm (UTC)I expect that you don't fit at all with our society's very narrow definition of femaleness, which has nothing at all to do with actual XX carrying humans (and their transgender pals) and everything with cosmetic surgery and photoshop.
I usually don't get comments on my looks from the public at large, but rather from hairdressers, colleagues, and "friends". Including suggestions to get rid of body hair (usually in painful ways - including eyebrows, chin hair, moustache, chest hair, butt hair...you know, all that stuff Female Do Not Naturally Have), change color of any hair, and get rid of one or more of my moles.
Too bad that the big mole on my (big) nose is my only legacy from my grandmother and I'm not getting rid of it anytime soon.
Sorry for the rant.
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Date: 2011-04-19 07:37 pm (UTC)who's going to look at your butt hair other than your husband? and I'm assuming he doesn't have a problem with it.
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Date: 2011-04-19 07:45 pm (UTC)My solution now is to ignore the problem, but when I was growing up it was a continuous agony.
The chest hair was way too painful to remove, so I tried to bleach it. I ended up with flaming red(!) chest hair, and a patch of shiny white (as opposed to light brown) skin below them. I was hideous. And I hate having to buy "modest" bathing suits.
Of course the real solution is to go to the nudist beach and ignore the issues. Cheaper, too - no bathing suits to buy! And once I remove my glasses I can't see whether people are dressed or not :-).
Sorry, it's a touchy subject for me, as my parents have made it abundantly clear that they're disgusted by my body hair (my mother had hoped(!) I had a hormonal problem - she was so upset when the endocrinologist said my tests were perfect).
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Date: 2011-04-19 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-20 07:12 am (UTC)Since I can't get my own weight to go up, I have no trouble believing that others may find it equally difficult to make their weight go down.
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Date: 2011-04-19 07:37 pm (UTC)who's going to look at your butt hair other than your husband? and I'm assuming he doesn't have a problem with it.