Apr 29, 2011 13:55
Oh, culture. I love you, really I do, but- we need to talk. Specifically, we need to talk about sex.
. . . Yep, it's going to be one of those posts. Sorry, internet!
I- okay. Essentially, living in this culture, is, for me, as a "sexually mature" person, like being bilingual. I'm fluent in this language; I know it's idioms and linguistic quirks, I know all the in-jokes, I appreciate it for being the awesome, ridiculous, pretty cool thing it can be, I even think in it, mostly, because if every person I'm talking to does too, it's just easier than having to translate in my head 24/7. But I don't always. And that really, really, sucks.
Because then I start thinking there's something wrong with me, when have I stop and self-edit in the middle of a thought, and go "What am I saying?" And then I feel both like an imposter- on both sides of the fence- and a little dirty. And fuck you, culture, for making me feel that way about myself and my choices.
Alright, that's my whining about the incredible ~~hardness of my life for this month. Go about your business.
oh life(yeah- lot stranger than fiction),
my fail let me show you it,
rambling,
random shit,
bored,
this is my ranting hat