Weird Memory Time
Jun. 21st, 2013 12:19 amOkay, this just came into my head, and now I'm really puzzled about it.
I'm in seventh grade. I cut my own hair, wear ragged jeans because it's Seattle and the nineties are barely over, wear the same pair of shoes every day, and only buy secondhand clothes because I don't want to support sweatshops. I'm not particular about fit or cut. Or not having holes in the sleeves. I don't wear makeup or a bra. I favor large men's button-ups in plaid.
Valentine's Day comes around, and this girl, a perky, clean, engaged cheerleader type, gives me a gift bag. I'm fuzzy on this, but I think she said it was from a few people but didn't say who. Then she skips off. In it are three fitted babydoll tees and a few kinds of lip gloss.
I'd always assumed that she thought I couldn't afford clothes and was being charitable (and/or thought everyone wanted to express their inner fashion diva and just needed some help), but internet, was she hitting on me?
There wasn't a lovey-dovey card or anything. But that could've been plausible deniability. She never tried to talk to me much or get me alone, but we were twelve, and she might've felt more up to a big gesture than starting a conversation. Valentine's Day isn't traditionally a holiday about clothing ragged kids, but maybe it was just the occasion closest to when she thought of the idea?
If she wanted me to kiss her, I probably would have. If she wanted me to pick up on a subtle hint, she was about eight years too early.
So, yeah. Any idea what was going on there?
I'm in seventh grade. I cut my own hair, wear ragged jeans because it's Seattle and the nineties are barely over, wear the same pair of shoes every day, and only buy secondhand clothes because I don't want to support sweatshops. I'm not particular about fit or cut. Or not having holes in the sleeves. I don't wear makeup or a bra. I favor large men's button-ups in plaid.
Valentine's Day comes around, and this girl, a perky, clean, engaged cheerleader type, gives me a gift bag. I'm fuzzy on this, but I think she said it was from a few people but didn't say who. Then she skips off. In it are three fitted babydoll tees and a few kinds of lip gloss.
I'd always assumed that she thought I couldn't afford clothes and was being charitable (and/or thought everyone wanted to express their inner fashion diva and just needed some help), but internet, was she hitting on me?
There wasn't a lovey-dovey card or anything. But that could've been plausible deniability. She never tried to talk to me much or get me alone, but we were twelve, and she might've felt more up to a big gesture than starting a conversation. Valentine's Day isn't traditionally a holiday about clothing ragged kids, but maybe it was just the occasion closest to when she thought of the idea?
If she wanted me to kiss her, I probably would have. If she wanted me to pick up on a subtle hint, she was about eight years too early.
So, yeah. Any idea what was going on there?
So, I have an extremely fucked up back. And my wonderful roommate ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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minibot_love helps me out with it by giving me back rubs. It's painful, but it always feels better at the end. So today, when she torqued her shoulder and got a bit of a knot in it, I thought I'd return the favor. The only thing is I like pain, and she doesn't, so we had some trouble communicating about what was going on. I could feel the very center of the knot, but the parts where the pain was referred weren't fucked up enough to be palpably different, so I had to rely on her to tell me where it was I should rub.
Me: "How does that feel?"
Min: "Like burning!"
Me: "...oh. Is that what it felt like when I was rubbing the back of your shoulder?"
Min: "Yes! What's it supposed to feel like?"
Me: "Painful, but like a release. You know that good feeling when you stretch out a sore muscle, and it hurts, but you can feel it getting better?"
Min: "No."
Me: "Oh."
Min: "What does it feel like to you?"
Me: "Um. Kind of like an orgasm. Anyway, is this where you're feeling it?"
Min: "Agh! Yes! How do you like this??"
Me: "Because to me, it doesn't feel like burning."
Min: "It's like you have a lighter, and you've been pressing it into my back the whole time." ono
Me: "It's like psychotherapy. You have to dig down into the most fucked up part, and touch it."
Anyway, she was a real trooper considering how unpleasant it was for her. And she said it's a little better now. We're alternating heat and cold on it and dosing her with ibuprofen, so hopefully it'll sort itself out by tomorrow.
The whole thing just kind of underlined for me how different everyone's experience is. The exact same stimulation can be awesome or intolerable, depending on what kind of equipment you have to process it. So weird.
Also, it's really hard to talk about massage without making it sound dirty. Especially if you're trying to be reassuring.
minibot_loveminibot_love helps me out with it by giving me back rubs. It's painful, but it always feels better at the end. So today, when she torqued her shoulder and got a bit of a knot in it, I thought I'd return the favor. The only thing is I like pain, and she doesn't, so we had some trouble communicating about what was going on. I could feel the very center of the knot, but the parts where the pain was referred weren't fucked up enough to be palpably different, so I had to rely on her to tell me where it was I should rub.Me: "How does that feel?"
Min: "Like burning!"
Me: "...oh. Is that what it felt like when I was rubbing the back of your shoulder?"
Min: "Yes! What's it supposed to feel like?"
Me: "Painful, but like a release. You know that good feeling when you stretch out a sore muscle, and it hurts, but you can feel it getting better?"
Min: "No."
Me: "Oh."
Min: "What does it feel like to you?"
Me: "Um. Kind of like an orgasm. Anyway, is this where you're feeling it?"
Min: "Agh! Yes! How do you like this??"
Me: "Because to me, it doesn't feel like burning."
Min: "It's like you have a lighter, and you've been pressing it into my back the whole time." ono
Me: "It's like psychotherapy. You have to dig down into the most fucked up part, and touch it."
Anyway, she was a real trooper considering how unpleasant it was for her. And she said it's a little better now. We're alternating heat and cold on it and dosing her with ibuprofen, so hopefully it'll sort itself out by tomorrow.
The whole thing just kind of underlined for me how different everyone's experience is. The exact same stimulation can be awesome or intolerable, depending on what kind of equipment you have to process it. So weird.
Also, it's really hard to talk about massage without making it sound dirty. Especially if you're trying to be reassuring.
So. It's been a few months since Momo died. And I'm not over it, not by half. But I think I'm ready to love again, so I've been looking at Petfinders a lot lately.
I was thinking I wanted a slinky black cat to sit around looking like a soot sprite, but when I was looking through the listings of the local rescue, I found this gorgeous one-eyed tabby girl and fell head over heels for her. We visited today, and even though she's listed online as ready for adoption, the volunteer we talked to wasn't sure. So I'm going to call again tomorrow when the owner's there and make sure. She's a feral girl, and very skittish. Especially leery of hands coming at her face. Which I can't blame her for. The eye loss was recent, and I'm sure she's had some bad times at the vet.
There's also a handful of young black cats that'll be ready to adopt on Friday. I can't wait, I'm so excited. It does seem like one-eyed girl gets along with other cats, so it should be good for them having two. They can keep each other company. The black siblings are feral too. The volunteer was understandably concerned about whether we were prepared for kitties that aren't too friendly yet. I kind of want to bring a note in from my vet saying how much experience I have with difficult animals, lol. Momo, rest her soul, was a psycho. When I was a kid I helped my mom take care of a feral colony by our house (feed-trap-vaccinate-fix-home if possible-release if not-lather-rinse-repeat). When I learned to drive, my mom told me she'd pay for gas if I did all the vet runs. So I'd show up with two people in carriers and one on a leash and get them all seen to.
I'd love to have a couple of shy kitties. I would give them their space and offer love and let them learn about people being okay <3
The volunteer was really excited when she heard we wanted a black cat. "Bless you!" I've heard they're hard to adopt, since it's hard to take a good picture of them. Personally, I like the eyeballs staring out from a mass of black look, but I guess some folks want a pet with a visible face. Hmph. And I bet the superstitions don't help. I hear in the UK, black cats are good luck, which makes more sense to me. I mean, hey. You found a cat. Your day's looking up already.
There was this huge, beautiful panther-looking boy named Clyde, too. He's eight or nine years old, and his owner was deployed and had to give him up. He's been having a real rough time of it. He's nervous about strangers, poor thing. I hope someone good finds him.
So, yeah. Cats!
Update: So, tabby girl is not ready to be adopted. She's on the 'adoptable pets' section of the website by mistake. I asked if I could be notified when she is ready to be adopted, and the owner of the rescue said no, because that would jinx her. That is, if the owner agreed to tell me when the cat was ready, the cat would never be ready. I'm not sure what to say.
I was thinking I wanted a slinky black cat to sit around looking like a soot sprite, but when I was looking through the listings of the local rescue, I found this gorgeous one-eyed tabby girl and fell head over heels for her. We visited today, and even though she's listed online as ready for adoption, the volunteer we talked to wasn't sure. So I'm going to call again tomorrow when the owner's there and make sure. She's a feral girl, and very skittish. Especially leery of hands coming at her face. Which I can't blame her for. The eye loss was recent, and I'm sure she's had some bad times at the vet.
There's also a handful of young black cats that'll be ready to adopt on Friday. I can't wait, I'm so excited. It does seem like one-eyed girl gets along with other cats, so it should be good for them having two. They can keep each other company. The black siblings are feral too. The volunteer was understandably concerned about whether we were prepared for kitties that aren't too friendly yet. I kind of want to bring a note in from my vet saying how much experience I have with difficult animals, lol. Momo, rest her soul, was a psycho. When I was a kid I helped my mom take care of a feral colony by our house (feed-trap-vaccinate-fix-home if possible-release if not-lather-rinse-repeat). When I learned to drive, my mom told me she'd pay for gas if I did all the vet runs. So I'd show up with two people in carriers and one on a leash and get them all seen to.
I'd love to have a couple of shy kitties. I would give them their space and offer love and let them learn about people being okay <3
The volunteer was really excited when she heard we wanted a black cat. "Bless you!" I've heard they're hard to adopt, since it's hard to take a good picture of them. Personally, I like the eyeballs staring out from a mass of black look, but I guess some folks want a pet with a visible face. Hmph. And I bet the superstitions don't help. I hear in the UK, black cats are good luck, which makes more sense to me. I mean, hey. You found a cat. Your day's looking up already.
There was this huge, beautiful panther-looking boy named Clyde, too. He's eight or nine years old, and his owner was deployed and had to give him up. He's been having a real rough time of it. He's nervous about strangers, poor thing. I hope someone good finds him.
So, yeah. Cats!
Update: So, tabby girl is not ready to be adopted. She's on the 'adoptable pets' section of the website by mistake. I asked if I could be notified when she is ready to be adopted, and the owner of the rescue said no, because that would jinx her. That is, if the owner agreed to tell me when the cat was ready, the cat would never be ready. I'm not sure what to say.
The Surebolt
Dec. 17th, 2012 01:51 amSo. minibot_love I were messing around making OCs the other night. We came up with one we decided should be a natural leader, chill, friendly and easygoing, and pastel like most femmes seem to be. I tried to find a good reference for her color, and came up with a lime sherbet float. We named her Surebolt because of the homophony, and went both started craving sherbet floats terribly. This is what came of it.
( The Surebolt )
minibot_love I were messing around making OCs the other night. We came up with one we decided should be a natural leader, chill, friendly and easygoing, and pastel like most femmes seem to be. I tried to find a good reference for her color, and came up with a lime sherbet float. We named her Surebolt because of the homophony, and went both started craving sherbet floats terribly. This is what came of it.( The Surebolt )
