Thursday night
Dinner
Discussion
Flaming Film Festival
Clear!
Talky-talky
Ghostbuster support
Good morning
Dinner
We (envoy and I) got Arby's. Is it wrong how happy that makes me?
Discussion
We talked about people, and how we feel about them. It was interesting to me to talk about the ethics of trying to change behavior. I do try to change other people's behavior, but I mostly don't respect that in myself.
My ideal is to accept people as they are, as the interpret themselves. I fall short of that ideal often, but that's my goal. I want to be the kind of person who takes people as they are. I do okay with acquaintances, but I am much worse with people I am close to, because it is easy to see how much of their pain could easily be alleviated by a slight change (from my perspective, of course).
How much do we owe other people, in both acceptance and social correction? Can we make this explicit contracts? Even if we did, could we live with that, really? How much are we willing to let other people change us, or wish to change us? How do you want to be accepted?
Flaming Film Festival
First there was a funny music video by a woman named Peaches. Then there was a black and white overwrought film that screwed with us, which had its moments, and also its technical difficulties. Then there was the Beatles + Yoko Ono movie with an all-lesbian cast (no, I'm not kidding). Then there was a weird little pixelvision piece. Then another music video. Yay. I think my favorite part of the whole thing was the sassy sign interpreter. That really is an art form.
Clear!
So we made it 20 feet out of the Intermedia Arts Center before we burst into hysterical laughter. It made me so nostalgic for Macalester. Looklooklook! I'm ART! That's why you hated me. I'm ART! Bourgeoisie fool! ART!
Talky-talky
Then we went back to his place for a bit and talked about the job stuff and the effects of spring. He took me home and we talked a bit more before silmarian got home.
Questions for me: Why do I feel like sexual touching is an attempt to shut off my brain? What power do I have tied up in that? How can I deal with that? Why are sexual and mental arousal so far apart in my head?
Ghostbuster support
Then Mr. Iron Chef Ghostbuster came home, and I sewed up his nametag for him, and made reassuring noises, and whined about how sick I feel. Then I went to bed. He came up eventually, after doing the animal boxes, which was nice.
Good morning
We woke up together before the alarm went off. That was what he needed, he said. Waking up with me starts his day right. Yay! How sweet. I think it's not true on mornings when I am a surly butt, but it was touching anyway. We lay in bed talking and snuggling, and then I got dressed and he got up and made me breakfast. Yay.
Discussion
Flaming Film Festival
Clear!
Talky-talky
Ghostbuster support
Good morning
Dinner
We (envoy and I) got Arby's. Is it wrong how happy that makes me?
Discussion
We talked about people, and how we feel about them. It was interesting to me to talk about the ethics of trying to change behavior. I do try to change other people's behavior, but I mostly don't respect that in myself.
My ideal is to accept people as they are, as the interpret themselves. I fall short of that ideal often, but that's my goal. I want to be the kind of person who takes people as they are. I do okay with acquaintances, but I am much worse with people I am close to, because it is easy to see how much of their pain could easily be alleviated by a slight change (from my perspective, of course).
How much do we owe other people, in both acceptance and social correction? Can we make this explicit contracts? Even if we did, could we live with that, really? How much are we willing to let other people change us, or wish to change us? How do you want to be accepted?
Flaming Film Festival
First there was a funny music video by a woman named Peaches. Then there was a black and white overwrought film that screwed with us, which had its moments, and also its technical difficulties. Then there was the Beatles + Yoko Ono movie with an all-lesbian cast (no, I'm not kidding). Then there was a weird little pixelvision piece. Then another music video. Yay. I think my favorite part of the whole thing was the sassy sign interpreter. That really is an art form.
Clear!
So we made it 20 feet out of the Intermedia Arts Center before we burst into hysterical laughter. It made me so nostalgic for Macalester. Looklooklook! I'm ART! That's why you hated me. I'm ART! Bourgeoisie fool! ART!
Talky-talky
Then we went back to his place for a bit and talked about the job stuff and the effects of spring. He took me home and we talked a bit more before silmarian got home.
Questions for me: Why do I feel like sexual touching is an attempt to shut off my brain? What power do I have tied up in that? How can I deal with that? Why are sexual and mental arousal so far apart in my head?
Ghostbuster support
Then Mr. Iron Chef Ghostbuster came home, and I sewed up his nametag for him, and made reassuring noises, and whined about how sick I feel. Then I went to bed. He came up eventually, after doing the animal boxes, which was nice.
Good morning
We woke up together before the alarm went off. That was what he needed, he said. Waking up with me starts his day right. Yay! How sweet. I think it's not true on mornings when I am a surly butt, but it was touching anyway. We lay in bed talking and snuggling, and then I got dressed and he got up and made me breakfast. Yay.