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Writing about this is extremely annoying, but I feel like people could worry more if I leave my last entry as it is.
For those of you who are puzzling over that last entry, I had something annoying happen this morning. I saw a middle-aged man who is not a member of the family or someone I am interested in naked. Well, he's my uncle, but he's an honorary uncle because my parents were friends with him and his wife in college and have been ever since. So he's a nudist (I also mentioned that he was planning on going hiking today, so count that all in with the computers, maybe, and yes, he's something of a hippie). When he gets up in the morning he doesn't wear a lot of clothes. Any clothes. He's done this at our house before, so I knew about it but had not seen him naked yet, and my parents seem mostly indifferent. (Well, if one of my guy friends decided to be naked in front of me, I don't think I'd be indifferent, but my parents aren't 21 anymore.)
Keep in mind, though, that I am still young enough to feel like it is not my job to shield myself from nakedness. At least ones in my house. (If they were crazies in Harvard Square or something maybe I could deal.) I was thinking about cookies (for breakfast to be exact, isn't that nice?) and never about naked as I descended the stairs and was presented with this image of my parents and this man sitting around the kitchen table, taking this "Are you Spiritual" quiz that was in TIME magazine recently.
See, now, there is nothing inherently shocking about naked. I would like the chance to draw naked people, normal-looking naked people, at some point, just to say I can. And if Sasuke wanted to be naked in my kitchen some morning, well, we all have to make sacrifices. My problem was that I think my parents didn't even notice me when I showed up. I looked over at them, looking for some kind of opening, and they were both staring at the table. I talked to mom later, and I think she was just preoccupied. I felt as if it was suddenly my responsibility not to be a little irritated with a naked middle-aged man in my kitchen in the morning when I just want a cookie. Because I'm 21 or something. I was worried that I didn't matter enough anymore, and that my poor virgin eyes would no longer be protected. This pissed me off. I wrote an LJ entry.
I wrote this because I'd be deeply upset if people started worrying for me. (Jesus, I wrote a lot. Why couldn't I explain it without getting all wordy and shit?) I did talk to the fambly and I still matter enough for them to tell this guy they like him very much but pretty please wear clothes if you stay at our house. So as far as I know, everything is fine and I don't...particularly need to vent. I'M FINE, DAMMIT.
I talked to Yang a bit today but signed off for another marathon nap and now he's gone, teehee.
EDIT: This is beautiful and heartening in a delicious, threatening feminist way, but it makes me sad at the same time. The people that really, really should be reading it can't and won't.
EDIT: I can't find any Seifer dream SS. (Yeees, that's what I was planning all along...) My ability to search for dream stuff is kind of shot since I lost all my wonderful bookmarks...
(*has to stop for a minute to mourn the loss of all the wonderful crap* Okay, done.)
...but I used my ULTIMATE ATTACK (putting seifer dream SS in google, aren't I amazing) and got nothin'. Dagnabbit.
I'm considering looking up DN stuff (in Japanese) next, but nothing written by mere mortals could ever satisfy me with that series, so I'm very afraid I will be disappointed if I do that.
EDIT: ちゃんと見つけた～ ふふ
It's so nice to have the laptop in bed. It's so nice to be able to write things in Japanese. I think not having Japanese on Sasuke is affecting me a little. That sucks.
For those of you who are puzzling over that last entry, I had something annoying happen this morning. I saw a middle-aged man who is not a member of the family or someone I am interested in naked. Well, he's my uncle, but he's an honorary uncle because my parents were friends with him and his wife in college and have been ever since. So he's a nudist (I also mentioned that he was planning on going hiking today, so count that all in with the computers, maybe, and yes, he's something of a hippie). When he gets up in the morning he doesn't wear a lot of clothes. Any clothes. He's done this at our house before, so I knew about it but had not seen him naked yet, and my parents seem mostly indifferent. (Well, if one of my guy friends decided to be naked in front of me, I don't think I'd be indifferent, but my parents aren't 21 anymore.)
Keep in mind, though, that I am still young enough to feel like it is not my job to shield myself from nakedness. At least ones in my house. (If they were crazies in Harvard Square or something maybe I could deal.) I was thinking about cookies (for breakfast to be exact, isn't that nice?) and never about naked as I descended the stairs and was presented with this image of my parents and this man sitting around the kitchen table, taking this "Are you Spiritual" quiz that was in TIME magazine recently.
See, now, there is nothing inherently shocking about naked. I would like the chance to draw naked people, normal-looking naked people, at some point, just to say I can. And if Sasuke wanted to be naked in my kitchen some morning, well, we all have to make sacrifices. My problem was that I think my parents didn't even notice me when I showed up. I looked over at them, looking for some kind of opening, and they were both staring at the table. I talked to mom later, and I think she was just preoccupied. I felt as if it was suddenly my responsibility not to be a little irritated with a naked middle-aged man in my kitchen in the morning when I just want a cookie. Because I'm 21 or something. I was worried that I didn't matter enough anymore, and that my poor virgin eyes would no longer be protected. This pissed me off. I wrote an LJ entry.
I wrote this because I'd be deeply upset if people started worrying for me. (Jesus, I wrote a lot. Why couldn't I explain it without getting all wordy and shit?) I did talk to the fambly and I still matter enough for them to tell this guy they like him very much but pretty please wear clothes if you stay at our house. So as far as I know, everything is fine and I don't...particularly need to vent. I'M FINE, DAMMIT.
I talked to Yang a bit today but signed off for another marathon nap and now he's gone, teehee.
EDIT: This is beautiful and heartening in a delicious, threatening feminist way, but it makes me sad at the same time. The people that really, really should be reading it can't and won't.
EDIT: I can't find any Seifer dream SS. (Yeees, that's what I was planning all along...) My ability to search for dream stuff is kind of shot since I lost all my wonderful bookmarks...
(*has to stop for a minute to mourn the loss of all the wonderful crap* Okay, done.)
...but I used my ULTIMATE ATTACK (putting seifer dream SS in google, aren't I amazing) and got nothin'. Dagnabbit.
I'm considering looking up DN stuff (in Japanese) next, but nothing written by mere mortals could ever satisfy me with that series, so I'm very afraid I will be disappointed if I do that.
EDIT: ちゃんと見つけた～ ふふ
It's so nice to have the laptop in bed. It's so nice to be able to write things in Japanese. I think not having Japanese on Sasuke is affecting me a little. That sucks.
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It makes me want to go forth and spew bitter vitriol at men in general and the world at large. Barring that, maybe I'll just write my own LJ rant, too :D.
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Linking sounds like a really good idea, though. I want that to spread.