It was 33C and I was on a bus with no air conditioning and no water.

[apiphile]

I deliberately wore flipflops because the weather forecast was "sky murder" and I thought it would prevent me from excessive walking (original plan was "walk to Camden again" but this was toned down because I didn't manage to exit my filth prison until gone noon

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[wolfy_writing]

Ugh, sounds like the worst luck! I hate it when you're stuck walking in sweltering heat.

Men like pumpkin pie and lavender? What do women like the smell of? (The only thing I know how to attract by scent is my cat, who loves sweaty feet and hates jasmine. Humans don't work like that, I'm guessing.)

Stupid getting carded everywhere. I went through such a stretch of "I just want a glass of wine! I'm more than a decade over the limit for having wine, so can you just trust I'm not some horrible old-looking teenager and give me a glass?"

I have a friend who doesn't drink, does have clinical anxiety and was all "But why drink when valium?" and surprised that I'd never had any. (Actually, considering I give off some bizarre "Needs a heavy-duty prescription" vibe in doctor's offices, and have had to actively refuse opiates, I'm surprised I've never been offered valium.)

[myselftheliar]

I've been researching scents mostly for awkward pheromone manipulation reasons, and women enjoy the scent of chocolate, amber, pumpkin spice, citrus and juniper. This is why a lot of mens colognes have these as base notes, and Spicebomb (my fave!) is a best best selling men's cologne.

all this apparently gets fucked for The Gays, which isn't an exact reversal but tl;dr gay men like pumpkin spice, lavender, musk.

[wolfy_writing]

Ooh, is there anything that makes you smell desirable to queer women?

[apiphile]

Listen the only thing stopping me from shouting VAGINAS is the knowledge that this excludes queer women who ain't got them

[wolfy_writing]

Now my brain is stuck on Even Cowgirls Get The Blues. (The cowgirls were very big on dabbing a bit of their personal aroma behind the ear for a sexy smell.)

[apiphile]

EROTIC.

[wolfy_writing]

I have such mixed feelings about Tom Robbins, because there's my Inner Tumblr being all "Look at all the problematics!" and there's the bits I'm actually not thrilled with, but there's also bursting energy and enthusiasm, and the memory of what it was like to be 23, queer, in a very Catholic country (I mentioned I did Peace Corps), and stumbling across something in the used bookstore that was all "Here is a woman who has been categorized as disabled traveling all over the country, making her own kinds of adventures, and having a passionate love affair with a cowgirl!"

[apiphile]

& while "sweating yourself inside-out" feels wholesome and achievement-like when working out when all you're doing si melting quietly on public transport it stops having that same pleasant virtuous masochistic undercurrent.

Apparently so. Also your cat is not alone in this? Other cats seem to really like putting their heads inside shoes and the whole "cats don't like jasmine" thing is documented. [I... don't like jasmine either but I'm not quite so enthused by sweaty feet. Or feet in general. & some humans are VERY into sweaty feet. I have Seen That Porn].

OH GOD getting carded BUYING A NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK in Seattle was a definite nadir.

I would kill for Valium but as, alas, the guy I bought mine from has vanished from my life and only had a limited amount after a jaunt to Thailand, I remain bereft.

[wolfy_writing]

See, when I sweat while working out, my brain goes straight to "Ugh, I am so out of shape."

My cat is normal! (I am not actively squicked by feet, and will happily pet my cat with my feet if she needs attention and I'm cooking dinner or something, but also not into feet.)

That is the worst, getting carded while not buying alcohol! It's like "Why do you even care?"

[apiphile]

Which is weird because I was told "your face is covered in sweat, like, rolling down sweat" is a good indicator that you're not just fannying around...

That sounds optimal. I'm not squicked by feet EXCEPT WHEN THEY ARE NEAR ME and touching me.

This time I thwarted Sainsburys by taking my passport and then making continual eyecontact while Reza (name badges are fun) read my date of birth.

[wolfy_writing]

Yes, but I have mastered the art of Doing Things Anyway While Judging Myself and totally failed to learn Not Judging Myself.

It's very convenient. (I go barefoot at the drop of a hat. It's so comfy! Foot freedom!)

That's hilarious!

[apiphile]

I go barefoot a fair bit, or I did until it became largely impossible because London and Glass Shards and people being WEIRDLY HOSTILE ABOUT IT.

[wolfy_writing]

Humans are so weird about so much crap.