In real life… I hardly ever offer to hug anyone, unless I’m arriving or leaving. I’ll lean companionably, or do conversational touching of fingertips on hands/arms/knees to make a point (depending on positions while conversing), but I’m not actually crazy affectionate.
On the internet… when I see someone sad or wistful or lonely or worried, I will often type virtual hugs, cuddles, snuggles, and a variety of other affectionate type things. I can’t remember if I did that when internet interaction was more… um. Full-sentence structured (less tumblr and twitter and more mu* oriented where the text base was kinda like the chat windows in MMORPGS where you can /me etc). I suspect I probably did, a bit.
But still. I wonder why I hesitate in real life (and occasionally on blogs, where I can remind myself I don’t actually know the person - it’s not completely a true dialogue/interaction), and not on say Twitter. The people who would prefer not to be touched, the people who would take advantage of those who are overly affectionate, the people who judge… they are still on the internet. Some are still very vocal. I haven’t lost my sense of how to read a room in real life. Why do I do this on the internet? Am I actually incredibly affectionate? Or is it that I cannot show reactive emotions with my face, and thus use affectionate verbs to try to relay facial reactions via text?
Listening to my boys drift off to sleep is soothing. Not enough to cure my insomnia, but still soothing.
T is finally breathing evenly, and Domino has stopped snuffling and sucking his tongue in his early sleep to be simply breathing. My foot is on top of the covers near him, and he’s wrapped a paw around my toes - and now relaxed his grip. It’s weird but comforting, like a pile of family in one bed, or rather, is.
Just wish I could sleep, too.
You can be body-positive and still have preferences.
You can be a feminist and still love men.
You can be sex-positive without being interested in casual sex.
People seem to forget that the core principle of all of these is as simple as not being an asshole.
I had a good dinner out last night with a friend. I ate food I knew was bad for me, in the sense that it was pretty much all fried. It tasted REALLY good. I drank beer. It actually tasted good (partly because it was cold and had an orange in it).
Then, I went and watched the last half of the city league game my sweetheart was refereeing. A nice Jamaican lady was wandering through the park and sat down to watch with me. I liked her. Turns out, she’s a musician. I need to remember to look at her website, even though reggae is something I got overexposed to at one point, so instead of relaxing me, it makes me want to smash things.
We got home and eventually, my tummy started aching a lot. I took some Alka-Seltzer, which usually works… but didn’t. So now it’s 2pm and I’m sitting her, looking at a pretty bland and harmless sandwich wrap, kind of scared to eat it.
If you think about it potatoes don’t really get all that much credit
they’re fucking awesome
this one thing here
can be made into:
different variations of fries
It can be made into chips
you can make hashbrowns with it
even a salad
add some fuckin cheese to those potatoes
you can have it sliced and diced
you can make tater tots
hell you can even eat the skin
or just have little potato nuggets
thank u potatoes