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Sunday, April 11th, 2021 12:12 pm
In the AfterTimes,
Touch will be a trust issue.
Sharing breath will too.
Intimacy, a question of, Do I trust you?
Trust you with my heart, yes, but also
My life, my health, my wellness...

More than ever before, Sex is not Just Sex.
It's connection and cuddles and comfort
And YES, getting off
But also, I expect we'll all move slowly...

Except for those of who won't.
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Monday, January 28th, 2019 03:37 pm
Had a very nice second date with Johnny. He feels comfortable. Not fully sure how/if scheduling will work out, but I do like him well enough to try, and to let him have my phone number. we've been chatting on text recently instead of back on OKCupid.

Met Robin and her wife Kai for coffee yesterday after the 11 am church service with the UU's and we accidentally talked till our coffees got cold and I was half an hour past the latest i expected to be there talking! (lots of nice folks on okcupid) I like both of them, initial impression is fun queer pagan friends, and I can work with that!

It will be a good long while before i bring any of these interesting folks to meet Jeff or the polycule. I don't want to consciously compartmentalize but I had a really bad end result of trying to join two disparate relationships into one social space... first when I was like 26 and then super duper bad when Jeff let me try inviting my then-BF to move in with us... that was Bad News, kids.

I have two more first-dates planned, hopefully for this next week. One's a fella, bit older than me who says he's been poly a long time, he works in town so we're gonna hit up my favorite Vietnamese place for lunch. The other's a gal around Jeff's age, seems sweet and a bit at sixes and sevens for a community, if my hunch is correct. She seems to be a bit touch starved and I've already suggested Im excellent at long hugs... She and I are still trying to find a simpatico time to meet, though we're having good chat via the app.

Was realizing today, or maybe last night while having choppy sleep, that I'm a little skin starved, with Jeff having been gone for a week and a bit and only just back home again. I'm proud of myself for asking for what I wanted before he went in to work, I took my hoodie off and said "I need some skin contact before you go in. and he petted my head and neck a little while I petted his torso with my arm-skin. it did help. I miss how he used to grab my butt playfully.

But! *hahaha* I've got dance class tonight and hopefully I can get some friend-hugs in. That will help a lot. And even if not, that kind of movement will help. Getting my groove on always leaves me feeling better.
labelleizzy: (dealing with demons)
Friday, November 23rd, 2018 01:03 pm
Intimacy, for me as a person coded female, who mainly thinks of herself by a female perspective.

One thing that's been useful to me, having worked from home for the last almost ten years, is the ability to treat myself as a PERSON and to think of myself as a PERSON. it's also been a gift that Spouse has never tried to enforce performative femininity on me; nor has my extended family.

That's been part of how I've been able to develop trust with MYSELF.

Sometimes I feel like I'm yelling into the void when I think and talk about deprogramming myself of tons of stuff that my family and the wider culture(s) tried to train me into believing was true. Every statement that begins "everyone knows that" is part of that programming.

Most of the programming isn't even as straightforward as to *say* it like that. Mostly we're meant to infer meaning and context in a very subtle way. And when you're a kid, constructing meaning just to understand what's expected of you, it can get pretty poisonous and self-blaming. And we swallow the message hook line and sinker.

Intimacy wasn't anything I felt or received growing up. I didn't have friends. Books were the closest thing. Siblings were ... our relationships were fraught. My sister and I were too close in age, and my brother and I too far apart. My parents weren't trustworthy to where I could share any part of my emotional life, or be anything but guarded with them.

It's taken me so long. Decades. To heal from family. To learn how to feed myself emotionally, to learn who's trustworthy and who's not. To allow others to love me and feed me emotionally.

To allow the *luxury* of trust.

and I cannot permit intimacy without trust.

I read a post on Tumblr not long ago, it goes around pretty often, that says something like, "whenever I feel myself hating how I look, or wishing I was different or easier to be around, I ask myself, "who benefits from me thinking or believing this?" and then I feel a lot better."

I'm starting to examine some of my thoughts through this lens.

When I say to myself as I have often done, "I wish I could be a little sluttier, if I wasn't so picky, maybe I'd be having more good sex!" and then if I look at that thought through the lens above? who benefits from me thinking this?

well. People who'd like to have sex without building the trust first. They'd benefit. People who'd use me selfishly, they'd benefit.

But the thing is, I deserve to feel safe when giving the gift of my body and my attention and my sensuality.

I was just reading an article called the female price of male pleasure, and it just made so much sense, put into clean words on a page the assumptions that are made about women and men and sex, and who gives what and how much and WHY.

Intimacy is HARD WORK. If all you want is to get off and get out, then you don't see the point in building intimacy. If all you want is a quick fuck, ... but the problem is, the consequences of a quick fuck are always, almost always, worse for women.

If we fuck with out intimacy, without trust building and some kind of bond, if shit goes south (for instance if we get pregnant unexpectedly and unwantedly), then our health and our lives are changed. Dudes can book it, and often have.

Some dudes stay. Some dudes stay, but make everything WORSE. You can't even tell me I'm wrong about that.

So sex with penis having people, without intimacy, can be a bad gamble for women and other uterus having people.

Intimacy and trust make us less-consumable.

God. I just have so many feelings about all of this, and I can't quite organize my feelings-thoughts-words.


Here's my notes from when I started thinking about the topic:

Intimacy blog post part 2: trust and intimacy, intimacy and expectations, fear of betrayal, fear of trust breaking. Cultural expectations, ignorance, patterns of verbal abuse , being physically pressured into doing something you're not ready for …

More on this.
labelleizzy: (dealing with demons)
Sunday, November 18th, 2018 09:52 pm
I promised I would do a second post on intimacy. The problem is that it's now late Sunday night, and my concept for this pair of blog posts happened on Thursday before and around my usual therapy appointment. And in that intervening space, I have lost the thread of most of what I know I wanted to talk about.

To be continued...

The dark side of intimacy I guess, is what happens when rather than your trust is repaid and returned, it's frustrated, stomped on, not returned, or actively betrayed.

This has been my lifelong fear, because I was well into my teens before I met people who I could trust with the emotional parts of me. My family was bad at emotional stuff. My family was bad at hugs and encouragement too. It took me many many years to learn how to trust people and I was very lonely. You can't have real intimacy, or I can't, without safety and trust.

That fear,I have that fear. That expectation that there will be an imbalance in investments, or... Honestly as a woman in this culture, my most constant fear in social spaces is that someone else will develop expectations about me. Expectations that I will give them something that I don't necessarily want to give. Because that has happened. Expectations that I owe them something. Other people have expectations when no communication has occurred and I haven't offered that freely to them.

Or like the friend who cried on me last week: that I could talk myself blue in the face about what I need, what I want, what in the relationship is hurting me... And having that ignored, disregarded, disrespected. Because that has happened too, several times. Starting with my own father.

Honestly, on hard days it seems miraculous that women and femmes can see past all the shit we've survived to be willing to risk deep connection and intimacy anymore.

... I have more to say but that's it for now.

Peace. Sleep well y'all and have a good week.
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Saturday, June 24th, 2017 12:57 am
I am sorry that it took me this long to recognize how patient you were with me, and how hard you tried to trust me and to let me be a part of your lives. I'm sorry that it didn't work out for us to continue being friends. Despite the pain we ended up causing each other, there was some good stuff there that I miss. But we really had so many communication problems that I really think it was for the best to end things and cut contact.

I don't want to see you or talk to either of you anymore, because we both broke each other's trust in the process of progressive miscommunication. And I don't spend more time than I have to anymore with people who I can't trust not to hurt me.

I wish you as well with your lives as is possible under the circumstances, and may you not break trust again as you broke mine; may I never break another's trust again as I broke yours.
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Friday, March 17th, 2017 03:40 pm
Today is st. Patrick's Day. I came up with the term earlier today that suddenly Define for me what these sort of overly emphasized and made up holidays and American culture really are to me.

Plastic holidays.

My dad used to call Mother's Day, Father's Day, Valentine's Day, and a lot of other such holidays quote Hallmark holidays unquote. Because in his mind they seemed to exist only to sell more greeting cards. So that's where I'm coming from.

But St. Patrick's Day, it's not even a real holiday even in a Catholic calendar, not really a holiday in the same way that Cinco de Mayo isn't really an important historical date in Mexican history. And what I feel has happened is that these relatively innocuous holiday dates have somehow been glomped up on by American pop culture as an excuse to party, overindulge, and get drunk.

In that same vein, then this afternoon I was thinking about the Disney movie The Hunchback of Notre Dame. And remember their holiday of Topsy Turvy day? I read at some point *cough history nerd cough* that holidays like that exist in the same way that Mardi Gras exists; which is they are safety valves for the restlessness of the popular folk or the poor folk or the little guys.

The more authoritarian, the more controlling, the more class segregated, a culture is, or the more judgemental and repressed they are about sex (music, dancing, art), the greater the need for the kind of Festival that allows Dionysus to really come out.

That's how we put it in one of my Faith Traditions. It is the necessary Madness in Greek paganism. We call it the Lesser Madness, and we accept the Lesser Madness in order to prevent the greater Madness from taking over. The big problem right now, as I see it, is that the greater Madness is going to come and take control.

Our culture is fucked up in so many ways: the belief that the richer you are the more deserving/virtuous/admirable you are. The deliberate breaking of the education system so that only so many people really succeed in getting educated or in learning how to think clearly. The pervasive baked in sexism and racism that prevents so many people from achieving their dreams, their goals, or even, LITERALLY, continued existence.

The Lesser Madness is on the verge of no longer being able to function as a safety valve in American society. The Powers That Be are drowning us all, pissing us off to satisfy their endless horrific greed. Their disregard and cruelty towards "lesser mortals" endangers vulnerable lives in every walk of life, in every time of life from infancy through eldering.

Americans are learning to SEE. Americans are learning, again, to defend our rights. And the "safety valve" is going to blow CLEAN OFF. It already is, as those in the government making a power grab fail to understand that they have awoken the sleeping Leviathan with their unsubtle callous jerking back and forth at the reins.

It's probably better for us, actually, that they are so incompetent. And so disregarding of our agency, power, and willingness to Fuck Shit Up.

The steam engine of this experiment in democracy seems about ready to blow up because the conductor keeps shoveling coal in and disregarding the dials because he doesn't want to control himself.

You know *scratching chin* they probably could have kept fleecing us for a hell of a long time if they'd only gone about it in a moderate fashion. But I think between Flint, Michigan, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Martin, so so many others, so many failures to protect the people, so many failures to look after us, the sheep are going to stampede and trample a bunch of shit, bring confusion to our enemies.

And some of the sheep ain't sheep at all. We're dragons with wings and roars and fire. We're manticores with poison fangs and lion's claws. We're fae, we're tiny enough to get between the gears of the machine and fuck shit up that way, or we're giant amazons, in seven league boots, bearing giant spiked bats made for smashing.

And those that think they control us and can harvest us at their liking will have another think coming.

Smash the Patriarchy.

further reading: Normal is coming unhinged. For the last eight years it has been possible for most people (at least in the relatively privileged classes) to believe that society is sound, that the system, though creaky, basically works, and that the progressive deterioration of everything from ecology to economy is a temporary deviation from the evolutionary imperative of progress...
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Tuesday, July 24th, 2012 05:17 pm
Today I will live in hope.
Today I will work towards what I want and need.
Today I will ASK for what I want and need, no matter how awkward or exposed it makes me feel.


Today I will trust that the Universe has the best possible plans for abundance and love in my life, and I will simply breathe in what the Universe has planned.
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Thursday, November 25th, 2010 11:53 am
Thankful:

1) gorgeous crisp clear sunny day
2) art supplies
3) idea for art that Jeff has and wants to explore
4) tons of food in the fridge and freezer and pantry
5) friends who love me
6) family who love me (even though I'm weird...! they haven't said that for awhile though.)
7) warm cozy clothes
8) warm soft cozy bed
9) better-than-decent health, better than decent body
10) good brain that works on solutions in conjunction with heart and body
11) tea (mmm tea, time to go boil a kettle)
12) beautiful things in my life like movies, furniture, jewelry, this house
13) my cats (of COURSE my cats are #13!)
14) the sea, the sky, the trees, the earth, the flame - all so beautiful and so different!
15) my vegetable garden
16) medical insurance (fucked up that this is something to be thankful for instead of everyone just being covered!)
17) texture of objects - my teacup, my sweater, this desk, my cat's fur...
18) peace I've found since figuring my shit out and uprooting the unhealthy stuff in my heart
19) clarity of thinking since #18
20) children I get to work with
21) dedicated teachers and students I get to work with
22) cool people I have yet to meet(!)
23) adventures
24) learning new stuff (and getting frustrated and figuring it out)
25) the internet and all the friends I have found in it
26) really good pens and crisp strong paper
27) self-knowledge
28) intuition and having learned to trust it
29) breakfast at 11:45 am
30) and breakfast for dinner last night =)
31) the bike friendly town I live in which also has decent public transit
32) learning new things about how my body works in particular (see #24)
33) toast with cream cheese and fig spread (and all the other tasty foods!)
34) autumn leaves backlit by the descending sun
35) sunlight breaking through the clouds during a rainshower and how the world glows
36) my faith system and the deep thorough nourishment it brings me
37) rereading favorite beloved books (I just found Freckles on Google Books! I think I'm going to cry with happiness!)
38) Everyone reading this. You are appreciated and loved.
39) Second chances
40) Everyone who ever extended a hand or said a kind word when I was down. You made a difference.
41) A fresh and shiny new year to learn, love, grow, work, and change the world for the better.

Love,
Liz
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