Get in your cardio

In today's "I didn't realize this" moment: the sports bra wasn't invented until the 70's.

Lots of other fun facts to follow in this article.

Fitting the frame

I started in therapy when I was around 22 years old. I don't like telling people that I went because of Now-hubby, because then it makes it sound like it was some shitty ultimatum along the lines of, "you're really fucked up and weird. You need to fix that before we can be together." Although that's pretty much exactly the conversation the two of us had inside my head. See, I have this particularly bad habit of putting words into people's mouths inside my brain. Before anybody can have a chance to tell me "good job" I'm already internally halfway through the critique of how things could have been better. Couple that with the fact I was having legitimate panic attacks about how towels were getting folded after the laundry was done, and it seemed like therapy might not be a bad idea.

At first, it was even difficult to get into the whole, "you had a shitty childhood, therefore you're sort of fucked up now" thing. Cue the internal voice saying lots of things about how it was a cop-out and if I could just figure my own shit out I wouldn't need help. Help is for the weak, etc. etc.

Eventually, I figured some shit out. Coping strategies, mostly. After a certain point, it became apparent that I wasn't going to become a completely different person. But saying something like, "I need some space to figure this out" instead of flipping out and losing my ability to breathe seemed preferable to the way I was handling things. I still haven't completely figured out a way to shut the voice up inside my head, but I've at least gotten better at identifying it as not being the same thing at all to what people are actually saying. Or giving myself the space and time to separate the two before I mistakenly react to the internal first before giving the external a chance to seep in.

Saying, "you had a shitty childhood, therefore you're sort of fucked up right now" is helpful as long as I can keep myself from analyzing every little thing I do and trying to figure out if it's a product of said childhood. Things can creep up unexpectedly and then it's like *BAM* I'm having an intense thought process about whether this thing that's an integral part of my personality is actually some negative thing carried over or not. I've been watching Six Feet Under recently, and there's a scene in season 1 where Claire goes on this camping trip thing. One of the other girls on the trip fucks the guide leader, and when Claire asks her later why she fucked him, the girl says, "I don't know. To see if I could?" *BAM* Who the fuck saw this coming? Why don't I pause the show so I can figure out whether me liking to fuck is actually a desire of my own or some stupid coping strategy for not getting enough attention when I was growing up?

Willfulgirl gets waxed

Chronologically, about a week ago. Specifically, the pube area. I only did a bikini (sides) wax, not the full Brazilian (all the way up your butt crack as well, usually leaves just a "landing strip" of pubes on top). I like the full bush up top look.

It didn't hurt nearly as badly as I though it would. Said Now-hubby, "you've got your hood and your nipples pierced. How bad can a bit of hair removal be?" And results are fucking phenomenal. I really like it. Especially since I got a good tip off tumblr to use a refined sugar/olive oil exfoliant every day to reduce ingrown hairs.

I was planning to tell you all about it, and then I found this funny thing about pubes just now, so it reminded me.

And I probably love it more than you

Fun straight person fact: sometimes it is not enough to just be jealous of the other people in your SO's life. Sometimes you also have to be jealous of the activities your SO engages in, because they take time away from you. Even if your SO engages in these activities by themselves, so there is literally no risk of them meeting another person doing said activity and touching genitals with that other person.

Bonus points for cheese

I found myself giving dating advice to one of the frisbee people this weekend. Which is always an interesting concept for me, because generally my "advice" consists of, "I dunno. Why don't you do what the fuck you want to do?"

Seriously. In my experience, straight people get way invested in the whole dating thing. Which I guess sort of makes sense if you approach every single date or meeting with someone of the opposite sex as the possible meeting of that one person who is going to fulfill your every desire and be your one and only for the rest of time. You know, instead of just appreciating getting to know a new person and seeing if you have anything in common.

 

In any case, here's some decent advice about doing the dating thing. Also, there is a very funny clip about cheese.