labelleizzy: (cats)
Wednesday, September 2nd, 2020 11:51 am
She pissed. All over and around the containment pad, it overflowed the edges.

After I washed the floor yesterday.

I did have a moment of despair, I confess.

And I'm getting better at Feelings, because I let myself feel that as long as I needed, and then I went and got a piece of cheese (protein adjusts both my blood sugar and my mood).

Then after a couple of minutes, my mood settled and I went to do Stage One of cleaning the space again, and diagnose one of the suboptimal parts of the staging that let the pee overflow.

Now I know what I have to do to make this better. Ughhhhhhh. Do not want to.
Idonwanna. But this is what a responsible pet mom does, and I am her mom as well as a homeowner.

Because I said I would.
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Monday, April 13th, 2020 09:44 pm
i spend enough of my days feeling numb that i simply don't have pretty words to spend.
yes it's the pandemic
but i didn't have enough pretty words recently to do more than write something tiny

i want to paint with words but with me the feelings happen and then the words happen.
no feelings? no words.

numb feels safer right now.

i feel helpless. i feel angry. i worry about catching coronavirus but i worry more about this future i assumed i knew the shape of and now it's this blank desert sand, blown by the wind into ripples and dunes, nothing permanent.

i've been ostriching pretty hard in my house for months. well before the shelter in place

numb means i don't abuse myself about how i should be doing more, though I *think* I've broken myself of that habit?

=-/

*exhallllllllle*

our girl [personal profile] wrenb brought us masks. I'm so glad for her and her quiet competence, love and support. I finally test-ran a mask i made today on a walk with Spouse who used to be Eeyore42... and my fabric is too dense to manage even light exertion. the flannel's gotta go, which means unpicking 17 or 18 mask blanks, dammit. but i could run up 10 or so fresh ones once i pick out and tear up new lining material. And i could put the ones that need seam ripped in the living room with the seam ripper and just grab that as a project the next time i sit on the couch.

*huffs* and suddenly i have a plan. clearly i need to write here more and stop lying about the house reading quite so much facebook. Make shit feel better. write words feel better.

okay then.
labelleizzy: (angry Snoopy)
Friday, January 25th, 2019 01:26 pm
There's a YouTube channel called sexplanations (good job, voice to text spellchecker!) Dr Lindsay Doe does it.

She just released a video called sexual frequency, and I disagree with her underlying premise for the entire video. She seems to be taking it as given that's people will use sex to reward behavior that they want see more of. I have a problem with this and have since I was 18 and my college boyfriend offered to bribe me with unreciprocated orgasms, for every pound of weight that I lost. I was offended then, but didn't have the experience are the words to express that nor did I have the confidence.

I mean to give dr. Doe the benefit of the doubt, it might be that she was using that behavioral reinforcement model and using b******* just as how to explain behavioral reinforcement. (I think it's hilarious the voice to text censored BJ). Okay so the question for me becomes: is it ethical to use sexual behavior in the process of training other behaviors. I'm feeling like there is a ton of really sketchy s*** about that idea. And there's so much complicated business around sexual relationships and power balance and imbalance and peer pressure or pressure from your spouse or significant other.

Time to make a embarrassing confession, or if not embarrassing perhaps it's shameful. part of the problem I have with this idea of offering sexual behavior to motivate other kinds of behavior is that I have no such leverage like that in any relationships in my life at the moment. I have nobody for whom I could offer sex in that vein, also nobody who would offer sex to motivate me to do something. I have complicated feelings about this. This kind of power to influence *might* have been mine in the past, but I don't remember ever working like this with someone, and this still feels sketchy and even exploitative to me, unless negotiated thoughtfully.

Now that that's out of the way, I'm more inclined to believe this kind of a dynamic would be effective and enjoyable for both parties in more of a BDSM flavor dynamic. Where one partner does what the other partner pleases, or does what they say. Because that's what the two folks have agreed upon. A lot of BDSM seems to be about playing with and in and around power over, power with, choices and decisions.

In the past I have been pressured to have sex, and I have also pressured other people to have sex. I feel like the way dr. Doe explains her "sex as a motivational tool", could easily fall into the pattern of sex being had under pressure, and that's where I get uncomfortable these days and also wanting to talk about it (instead of suffering in silence without the vocabulary to express what I was feeling).

To start with, the video seems to start with the assumption that women, or the blowjob givers, have all the power of who gets to have the sex. In some sexual relationships I'm sure that's the case, but the "women as gatekeeper of sex" myth is one foundations of the toxic culture of the "MRA's" and "incels", and personally I don't wanna give that idea *any* boost or traction.

It would have been better, in my opinion, and more egalitarian, to use a euphemism like "going down" or the non gender specific "oral sex" or "mouth to genital contact" both of which she did use... but using that consistently. It would make the video more inclusive of lgbtq folks too.

By modeling the premise of using blowjobs to, for example, get someone to wash the dishes, it's... Like... Mixing the streams. Like, doing chores and getting motivated through rewards is... Fine? I guess? You're an adult. Take care of yourself and your business. If you are a grown ass adult you should know that Shit Gotta Get Done, and not require bribery.

Or Maybe it's the kind of bribery I object to. I definitely have rewarded myself for finishing projects or tasks with food, or with an outing, or with quiet time with the book. I don't have a problem with rewards per se, especially for motivation.

Bribery blowjobs just seem... Cheap, I guess? But also ripe for onesidedness, manipulation, and abuse. "I don't feel like doing my share of the chores, so what? No blowjob? I don't care... Now I guess YOU have to do the dishes, haha."

I don't know if I'm making myself clear.
*Pulling at hair*

See, the sex part of a relationship already has so much potential to hurt and harm people, and she's talking about "slurping the gherkin" like it's both silly and the ultimate answer to everyone's I don't wannas.

This framework... I'm just realizing has a dual problematic underlying assumption: not just the one of the b****** giver in a position of being the gatekeeper of sex, and also being the person who is the project manager for taking care of the household. There's an excellent essay which if I can find I'll try to link here later, about the invisible labor that goes into being the project manager of a household. And why so many women and femmes get burned out about it. It's an unequal load that we don't talk enough about.

Like I usually love the videos doctor doe makes for sexplanations, but this particular video just leaves such a sour taste in my mouth.

Can you help unsnarl this or find some more clarity?
labelleizzy: (poly)
Saturday, January 5th, 2019 04:15 pm
Most people that know me would say I'm

Smart, passionate, good listener, good storyteller, amazing hugs, a little bit flaky sometimes but trying to get better.

Most people would also notice that I believe all genders are valid and that I believe you when you tell me how you identify. Also that people who disagree with me on this should just swipe left on me.

What I'm doing with my life

I'm not looking for my One, I have a One.

I'm looking for someone who can enrich my life AND at least one of my communities, OR who is already there, interested in Life, the Universe, and Everything, but we just haven't met yet.

I'm looking for (mostly polyamorous and queer friendly) Makers and Burners and fanfiction writers, dancers and music makers, artists, designers, people who have learned how to smile even when life is hard and stupid, who'll roll their eyes at me using #gotyourback while proving that they live that philosophy.

I wanna go hiking with poets and dancing with queen geeks, flirt with voluptuous risk takers and swim among beings who understand gender as a performance and a construct. Mad science arguments and poetry get flung around with Dad jokes and lyrics of old swing tunes or bits from Steven Universe and She-ra.

Can you keep up?

I'm happily embodied and studying shame free living, how about you? Can you converse without words? Are you happy to coexist, head on my shoulder or vice versa?

Did you minor in platonic cuddles and friendly flirtation? Can you deal with me dropping in and out of silly accents and dropping non sequiturs? (No wait, it's too long, let me sum up)

I'm looking for playfellows, for adventures and rowdy shenanigans, and to see where and if we fit. For an hour, a year, or longer.

I firmly believe that "each relationship should seek its own level" but I don't go for *casual* sex at all. I'm happy where I am, if you're special and secure and we click, fun is bound to happen! I have references! (My entire Burning Man camp from 2018 will vouch.)

New adventures?

I'm really good at

Writing, dancing joyfully, explaining things, expressing affection, being straightforward.

The first thing people notice about me

silver in my hair, my easy smile, my warm calm energy.

Six things I could never do without

Tea. Preferably black tea.

My Doc Martens. (i.e., ass kicking stompy boots)

My Spouse, my House, my Kitties, & Loving touch.

My spiritual practice,

My sense of humor, and

Self-respect.

I spend a lot of time thinking about

... how to strive for the Right Thing, (right thought, right word, right action,) and how can I be the most honorable human being possible.

...What's the next fun thing I can say yes to?

...how can I get better organized and more productive in my artistic life?

On a typical Friday night I am

Honestly, I'm usually at home unless I've had a really enticing invitation.
I'm pretty much a Hobbit.

The most private thing I'm willing to admit

I've had a rough time trusting people in a romantic way, after the way my last three secondary-level relationships ended. If you have any emotional intelligence, and we meet in person, I expect you to know what to do with that information.

you should message me if...

-- you and I are a very high match percentage and you live in the SF Bay Area. -- you love to walk, hike, play or dance. Especially dance.

-- you write, particularly fiction, and love to talk about it.

-- you're very liberal and want to talk about how to make art and change the world.

--you can talk about relationships like a grownup. I'm not looking for a hookup.

-- you have a quirky, self effacing sense of humor, and enough confidence to fling yourself into new small adventures.

-- you really love tea.
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Tuesday, December 18th, 2018 11:41 am
I feel like the physical therapy is coming along quite nicely. I'm kind of just doing it whenever I think of it or whenever my shoulder stiffens up? Rather than chaining it to some other habit. But I've also invented a way of moving three of the separate exercises together into a flow sort of thing, and that's satisfying and it feels like I get a better effect then I would do if I did like 10 W's and then 10 t's and then 10 y's, you know like flow between y, w, and t. If that doesn't make sense to you then you don't have my same physical therapy. Which is fine. /laughing/.

The dust allergy is kicking my ass again, and I failed to take my medicine so it's settled into my chest again, God damn it. So I think I've been feeling under the weather for about a week. And one of the things about that is avoiding going out in public oh, and I also wind up not bathing. Which is very counterintuitive because being clean always makes me feel better? But it seems to be a pattern and I believe it's a common pattern for those of us who have some form of depression. Anyway, today I got clean. I'm going to cut all my nails and I'm going to write, I'm about to go make breakfast or lunch or something: FirstMeal.

But yeah I always feel better when I get myself clean and wash hair and scrub off the dead skin and smell and...

Physical therapy seems to be helping. Yay! Depression being held at bay today, yay!
It's a beautiful day today. So far there are clear Blue skies with high white clouds thin and stripey, a crow just flew overhead, leaves are falling from my trees so I can see out into the neighborhood. It's a pretty good day already!
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2018 04:49 pm
I worked the polls again yesterday. It mostly went excellent, with one major not excellent component which I'm going to write a separate post about. The thing I want to mention is the fact that I may have helped to make somebody's life a lot better yesterday and I just want to make a note of it.

Pretty sure I posted here about when half of my face went dead in April due to Bell's palsy. It's basically caused by a swelling of the facial nerve and you have to retrain all of your muscles in order so that they'll work again.

Well last night one of the school employees at the high school the poll was at had come by and asked me a few questions while I was on break. She winds up coming by later in the evening to drop off three vote-by-mail ballots, and happens to mention that one of the ballots is for her daughter who is 34 and had a stroke last year! Which 34 is young for a stroke and the mom said that she's still walking with a severe limp. The doctors were saying that it was going to be 5 years or so for a full recovery.

she's talking about her daughter's symptoms and the fact that she helps her husband out by doing massage on his flat feet. So I mentioned that I'd had the facial paralysis in April, the Bell's palsy. Then I let her know that for me, massaging the muscles helped with keeping things moving: like allowing some flexibility and help with the pain and just getting the muscles to move in the way that they're supposed to move but when a nerve thing happens they don't quite move right?

So we went from Mom remembering that /she'd /had Bells palsy when she had her son 30 years back, and oh yeah that!

And then we were all talking about actual places where you might go to get a massage, and it feels like I might've actually helped to make her daughter's life a little better by sharing that piece of my own experience with her. I do feel good about that.

I feel good about the rest of the work I did yesterday at the polls also, it was periods of extreme boredom and irritation interspersed with chunks of pretty solid work. Lots of folks came in and it was good talking with people and seeing their smiling faces well, mostly smiling faces.
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Saturday, June 10th, 2017 02:51 pm
A bunch of us who grew up touch starved developed unhealthy coping mechanisms.

I would like to share, please, the healthiest coping mechanism I’ve found for wanting the kind and quality of touch that I need, when I can’t get enough of it. And all it needs time, hot water, soap, and like $5.00!
Trader Joe’s Lavender Salt Scrub costs like $3.99 in store. Amazon has it listed at $15.00!! Plus shipping! Duh, don’t buy it on Amazon then…

Pretty easy to make a salt scrub at home if you don’t have a TJ’s. Olive oil, coconut oil, almond oil, or any kind of thick massage quality oil, with the same amount of non iodized salt and maybe a few drops of an essential oil. Lavender is good because it’s a natural antimicrobial, but you do you.

Exfoliating is pretty simple, it’s a bit rough on your skin till you get used to it but good grief does my skin feel amazing, soft & smooth right now, hands, arms, shoulders, legs, torso. And NOTHING ITCHES right now except for that spot I can’t reach in the middle of my back.

I like to get in the shower, wash my hair first, then turn off the water to scrub my skin. I do hands, then arms (underarms feels SO GOOD to scrub but please don’t try this just after shaving if you shave!), shoulders, boobs and torso, butt and hips, legs and feet, and face is last (and most gentle).

Then I get some soap on my scrubbie, get me and it gently wet, wipe off remaining salt and excess oil, before resoaping and washing as usual.

Many years ago, I left my ex husband, for a bunch of reasons but one of them was, that he refused to touch me in the ways I asked him to, the ways I needed. And I wrote myself a reminder:

“If nobody else is touching you in ways that you need, you need to do it for yourself.”

I forget this sometimes. It can be hard to get enough warm tight hugs, or enough neck kisses, or other things I wish I had more of and don’t seem to know how to ask for, how to get. But I can definitely treat myself on a Saturday afternoon, scrub my bod, cut my nails, do my hair.

I can do this for myself, and so can you, mostly. If this specific technique doesn’t work for you, or if you are differently-abled than I am (which is mostly able) then i encourage you to adapt.

You can still pamper yourself. You can still feed yourself in the non food ways, you can still treat yourself with kindness and gentleness (yes, for some of us it takes conscious practice, I know and realize).

Love yourself enough to care for your body, listen to what it needs, and do what you can to provide that.
I love all y'all. I finally love myself, too. (Mid forties fat cis woman.)

Take good care of each other and of yourselves, please.

#touch #deliberate touching #touch me #gentle touch #loving touch #self-care #touch starved #touch starvation #kindness #massage #exfoliating #exfoliate #exfoliante #exfoliantscrub #grooming #love yourself treatyoself
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 03:36 pm
I was feeling insecure and low about the new person I've started seeing.
Was like, IDK when I'm going to get to see her, what if she doesn't want to anymore, the insecurity brainweasels just set up shop and were gonna settle in for the long haul

and then I thought of how I would describe the situation to y'all.

and the truth is, she's a single mom with shared custody,
she's a full time student,
she's seeing other people, not just me,
and she just had some important scary family medical stuff go down.

and I went, "duh. Of course she doesn't have time JUST RIGHT NOW."

and like, I allowed myself to relax and to, like, go live my own life. Cos she's got to live hers.

I'm allowed to WANT things, but nobody's obligated to totally rearrange their life so that I get them.

...I should maybe figure out how the hell to tell someone I want to see more of them without scaring them.

#lifegoals #isuppose

anyway.

just wanted to say thanks Blogiverse for a way out of my own head.

*mwah*
labelleizzy: (love revolution)
Friday, January 24th, 2014 12:12 pm
Feelings are just feelings. They aren't the same as reality, and they will change.

Fear will blow past you, through you, let it go.
Sadness will drain down and out, let it go.
Worry, you can move forward and leave behind, let it go.

The best solution is occupation: DO SOMETHING. The feelings will do what they do, and then they will go away.

And then you will be there, having done something useful, and feeling better.

This too shall pass, and you will be okay again.

Breathe.
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