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Mmmm sex

We are now registered for a tantra class on Becoming Multi-Orgasmic. I understand that this is like shooting fish in a barrel for me, but maybe I will learn a new trick or two and having Noah learn more woule be very very hot. It is happening the weekend of September 14-16 up in Harbin Hot Springs (where I’ve never been). It would be way fun if other people decided to come toojoin us. Information can be found at: http://www.ecstaticliving.com/workshops/Bmulti-orgasmic.html

My friend Chris is also trying to move up the ladder of tantra training and one of the things he needs to do is teach intro-level tantra classes. Because intro-level tantra classes are often pretty small he has asked me if he can borrow my living room for some of them. This also means he has indicated to me that the classes can go from their usual (high) price to basically free. Not renting a space is awesome like that. Being me, I would feel more comfortable if the classes were mainly people I know so here I am trolling to see if anyone would like to come to a tantra class. 🙂 Feel free to contact me for more information and I can push you towards Chris as well. I actually think this would be a really awesome thing to participate in with people I know and really trust so I’m hoping some of you are willing to give it a shot.

In other news, after sticking my foot in my mouth yesterday with Anna I did something I haven’t done in ages–I spent the day masturbating. Holy cow can I have a lot of orgasms when I decide to spend the time on it. Much yay!

In other, other news… I noticed that I have just about a month until I start work again. If you want to spend time with me, now is the time to arrange that. Particularly if you have any day-time available.

{inner circle}Frustration, let me speak your name.

I have a bad memory about things that bother me. I tend to forget the specifics about why my friends really bother me and then later I feel like I am over reacting, they haven’t acted like this before! Even when it is a constant pattern. So I’m going to list some of the ways I’m feeling frustrated with Anna because otherwise I’ll wonder later if this is a pattern or not.

She is critical of everything–no really, everything. Noah was putting together a little table and she was sniping about him following the directions and then he wasn’t doing things how she would and… it was ridiculous.

She is one of the most materialistic people I know, but in some really idiotic ways. She spends $100/month on hair and skin products. She gets pedicures. She is spending thousands of dollars on her 12 year old cat because the cat is going down hill fast in health. She is crying because her iPod broke and she can’t buy another one. These things would be less glaring to me if she had a job. She is in grad school, but just like her BA took 6 years it is looking like her MA will take 4+ years and she can’t hold down a job on top of doing grad school because she has outrageous health issues and a severe drug addiction. She sleeps on a motorhome mattress on blocks in the house because she can’t afford a bed. She doesn’t have a running car so she shares her parents cars given that she goes to school an hour away from where they live. I… I just have no sympathy for her financial priorities.

She is incredibly self-absorbed and inconsiderate. What is up with throwing a temper tantrum because I don’t want to have her at the book store when it opens the morning of my wedding reception? She has spent a bunch of time talking on the phone with various friends, but when I play around on the computer because she is on the phone she expects me to stop being on the computer within about 30 seconds of when she wants to be entertained. She also bossily tells me that I have to stop at a store, instead of asking. When we are in a store she wanders off for long periods and then I can’t find her. This was very inconvenient in Ikea.

I used to think Anna was smart, I’m starting to wonder though. She argues with everything but can’t back up any of her claims. For example, we (Noah and I) were talking about medical insurance denying claims and under what circumstances they get away with it. One of the things that we specifically were talking about was in the case of very young children. She interjected that there is a federal law. Uhm, about what? If a baby is more than 1 pound, everything humanly possible has to be done to save the life of the child. Uhm… is this a law affecting hospitals? Doctors? Does it require insurance companies to pay for said extraordinary measures? She has no idea. She just knows there is a law. Well that’s bloody helpful in an discussion. Darling, I can say there is a law about almost every topic under the sun, but if I don’t know anything about what law in particular I want to reference I should keep my mouth shut about it.

Oh! And I love when she starts going off on how “relationships should work.” She has never had a serious partner at all. When I say that I mean she has never dated anyone for more than two weeks. She is 27. But she knows all there is to know about how relationships should work. The list of her rants would fill 5 pages and I’m not in the mood to rehash all of them.

The one part I found really funny was: she’s been set up a few times lately by friends to go out on “group dates” with people from her grad department. Her friends want to help her find someone interesting. She has only told them that she hasn’t had much dating experience because she has always been too focused on her school work. (Then why did it take you six years to get through a BA and you only got a 3.2?) But when the group goes out they mostly want to talk about what they have in common-namely grad school and their experiments because they are all science people. She thinks it is boring to talk about science, why don’t they have more diverse interests? . . . Wait, you tell people that you haven’t dated much because you are totally into school so they set you up with people who are really into school and you don’t want to talk about school because it isn’t very interesting? Uhm, mixed messages much?

I’m frustrated. I’m writing this down because I wonder if she has always been this way and I still have a friendship with her because I spend very little time with her so I forget that she has always been this way.

Something real

Noelle asked me “what purpose [does] hating yourself serve for you. What function does it fill?”

I’ve been thinking about the question in the back of my mind since she asked me that. I think it is tied up in many things. It amuses me that people often talk about how I am bitchy/sharp/abrasive/whatever but they tend to be people who like me and they are relating that they like me in spite of my being whatever way. 70something people showed up at my house on Saturday and the number would have been higher if people hadn’t been sick or if they didn’t live so far away. I collect people. It is important to me to be liked and appreciated by people. I belive that it is so important to me because I didn’t have friends through most of growing up and my family never liked me very much because I am different from them.

Awesome.

The event was amazing. Anna came through and helped with food way more than I thought she would. My friends are wonderful friendly people. My husband is the best boy ever.

Delightful. Wonderful. Yay!! Does this mean we are well and truly married now? (I need to work on developing the pictures people took.)

What is the use of “perfect” anyway?- and Anna whining

HEY! ANYONE DRIVING NEAR FREMONT!!! Apparently, the police are out in major force today. Don’t break any traffic laws even slightly.

Now on to the rest of my fussing..

We are about as ready as we are going to get and I’m pretty ok with that level of ready. Yay for ready.

My pissiness this morning centers around Anna. She’s here visiting for a while. I haven’t spent serious time with her in 3+ years. I’ve been uhm, busy.

Backstory: Anna had back surgery about 6 months ago and is in serioius pain a lot of the time. She can’t lift much and she often needs to go rest. I’m fine with this. However, I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. The only thing I have asked her to do was to iron the curtains. There were 6 panels. It took her about 9 hours over two days because she kept complaining about how much she hates to iron. Uhm, well, there isn’t much else you are capable of doing. And I have this awful Puritan work ethic that means I get bitchy about people sitting around doing nothing while I work. It really bugs me. However, I know she can’t do much so I don’t have that high of expectations. Even with really low expectations the fact that she was whining about doing the one small task I gave her really pissed me off.

Oh, and she has been fussing for two days that she had to go buy the Harry Potter book at 9am. Uhm, Anna–do you recognize that we are kind of busy? She gave me this long story basically repeating for me what I know about the fact that her life is really pathetic and she has nothing to look forward to except for this book. I have some sympathy for this, but I also have 100 people coming to my house today.

I didn’t kill her. She has her fucking book. She carried 10 bottles of wine and washed a few bowls. I think that is all I am going to get from her…

But we are done. This rocks. Now I can calm down! Now I get to breathe and chill out and stop stressing. I can do this.

Countdown…

24 hours. (Ok, and a few minutes…)

I’m not done. For most values of “done” I won’t be done. The yard is going to be imperfect and far from pretty, but that’s how life goes. We don’t have much of a handle on the yard in general and there is no faking that we do. The paint job is… yeah. Lots more touching up is going to have to happen. But the inside of the house is getting much better. To go from a house set-up for daily life to completely tearing everything apart and moving almost entirely into the garage to painting to having a house set-up for daily life again in two weeks is pretty good.

I can do this. Even if Noah does doubt my ability to make the house tidy by tonight. 😛

We are going to try for FNW. 🙂 It’s a maybe.

Oh, dear god no.

What do I really really really really really really not want to have happen right before a big party? The plumbing get uhm finicky. Yeah. Not good. The plumber will be here in just over an hour. Thank the gods.

Still so much to do and so little time. Thankfully the bathroom was repainted yesterday by the lovely Turtle and it looks pretty damn good. Other friends are volunteering their time to help me finish the rest of the to-do list. Have I mentioned that I have great friends? Cause I really do.

Nervous and overwhelmed, but plugging along. Have I mentioned that this was a bad week to get into a less than pleasant discussion about D/s stuff? Yeah, that was ill-timed. Maybe working on a solution though.

Ok, time to start working.

Angsty

Lack of sleep catches up with me and leads to feeling really really shitty. Today’s bad loop tape: all the people who hate me.

I wish there weren’t so many of them. I wish I didn’t feel so responsible for them hating me. I wish I didn’t feel like they hate me because I am just such a horrible/bad person and I deserve to be hated.

I need to breathe.

So little time and so much to do. I actually do this sort of thing to myself on purpose. Many of the things on my To Do list have been there for months, but I only get around to doing them when I have a huge bunch of people who will notice if I have done them or not. The funny thing is–people will notice the really drastic stuff (the house being painted a bunch of very different, very dark colors) but no one but me will notice many of these things. I still care that I want to hang the pictures before the party. I want to feel settled in that way at the party. There is no way that we will be finished with painting before the party, but Noah has requested that I fix the bathroom because it is really badly painted. (The kids just skipped parts they didn’t feel like doing. The paint is incredibly uneven and you can see white wall through big chunks.) Looks like I will spend tomorrow doing that.

Noah told me last night that I should take today off and rest but I fiercely argued with him that if I take today off and I start running behind later in the week then I won’t be able to finish on time and then I will be not sleeping the nights before the event as I try to finish and… All bad. But then we didn’t get out of bed today until around 10. It is very rare for us to stay in bed so long. I’m exhausted and there aren’t very many parts of me that don’t hurt. I have a list of stuff to get done that is growing instead of getting shorter despite the fact that Noah rocks and has been working like mad.

Side bar–Noah and I don’t have the same values or priorities about housekeeping even slightly. Nevertheless he has been working very hard lately to meet and exceed my desires for our house. I’m deeply grateful that he is stretching himself in this way because it means I don’t have to do everything. It is a weird cognitive thing to wrap my head around that he is doing this stuff for *me* instead of just because it “should get done.” He is such a lovely boy.

Anyway, so I’m exhausted and grumpy and fussy and there are miles to go before I sleep.

I find it very funny…

that all of my significant ex’s are coming to the reception. Stephen, Tom, and Puppy represent the serious long-term relationships where we lived together and were monogamous. Then I have James, Anthony, and Erik representing the shorter term more serious attempts at poly. Then there are the myriad of people I dated/slept with who are coming.

The less funny part is that not many of Noah’s ex’s are coming. Uhm, I mean one is coming. Yeah. See, my ex’s are all non-drama and friendly and good-natured about just about any/every thing. Noah’s ex’s…. not so much. Of course I feel guilty anyway. (Not every single one of his ex’s are drama, but the ones who aren’t drama either don’t want to come to our house or aren’t interested in this event or aren’t in the area.)

I haven’t hosted a party this size in… well… ever. I’m getting nervous.

I can do zen.

After my stressing and freaking out, the house is painted. It isn’t painted *well*, but I had high school students doing it, some of whom had never painted before. They made more of a mess on my carpet than I am thrilled about. But you know what? It’s freaking painted. I need to go back through and do a lot of touching up and I’m good with that. I can handle that. I’m still overall happy the kids came and did so much work.

I’m waiting a few days before I put furniture back and it will be longer still before the bathroom is actually perfect, such is life. Hopefully I will manage the rest of the touch ups and finish the cabinets on Sunday. Holding my breath would be a bad idea though. I have just seven days left till the reception. Sunday will be insanely busy, but I think I can do this.

Optimism is dangerous.

Today I had one kid and my former boss come help me. I’m uhm… getting somewhat nervous again. However, I’m choosing to not freak. I will have a minimum of two kids tomorrow and my former boss. I have promises of three other kids, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m not 100% certain we will finish tomorrow, but at the very least we will get quite close. The kitchen is going to be the most suckful room. The living room and hallway are done and a really neato shade of purple.

Have I mentioned that it rocks that my husband is happy to let me paint the house cool colors? Yay!

Shower folks: will be calling ’round tomorrow. 🙂

Shower?

As of Monday I was ready to cry because only one kid showed up and I was terrified that we would never get even close to my schedule. On Tuesday four kids came and it turns out that one of the parents of one of the kids has a paint spray machine that he will let me borrow. So we got all of the hole filling and wall washing done and we can do all of the primer today in about two hours. Then we can do all of the painting on Thursday. And me and one kid will be doing that bit while another kid does the bathroom and two or three kids work in the kitchen. Did I mention there will be one to two more kids doing yardwork today and tomorrow? I’m terribly excited. We are so going to finish on time.

However, this means we are sleeping in a tent in the back yard for a few days because the spray machine requires so much fucking plastic wrap over everything it’s just not funny. We also shouldn’t use the shower because the paint in there requires drying before it is water resistent. I’ll deal with smelling funny for a day or two, but it seems impolite to go be social on Saturday without a shower. Does anyone have a shower they are willing to let Noah and I come use on Saturday morning? We could just go to 24 hour fitness, but this gives us the mixed excuse of maybe grabbing breakfast with someone. 🙂

Home Desperate doesn’t love me.

I do declare that the gods of Home Depot hate me. But! I do finally have paint and all necessary equipment to start painting my house. I have about 10 days in which to paint my house and get completely ready for the reception. I can do this. I painted each room in Tom’s house, by myself, in a day. I have 4-6ish students who will be here helping me. No sweat.

The plan:
Monday- do all of the pre-painting stuff (cleaning walls, removing blinds/outlets, fixing drywall, filling holes) with maybe doing some primer, but it isn’t mandatory it would just be nice. The last hour or so of kids being here will involve at least one or two of them doing a bunch of yard work so we can fill the green waste bin for this week before filling it again next week.
Tuesday- primer the whole house and do more yard work.
Wednesday- paint at least half the house and maybe yard work (depends on painting).
Thursday- paint the last bits of most of the house with probably some kitchen stuff remaining.
Friday- finish the kitchen and do yard work.

This way, if I slip I will be slipping with time on the weekend and next week to finish. I don’t think I will slip much with the painting, if anything the yard work will get pushed back. That way next week will be spent getting the house in perfect order before the party. I can do this. I can so do this.

Short explanation of trip.

Because I realize that a long explanation isn’t going to happen. I had (mostly) an exceptionally good time. I loved getting to see people I haven’t seen in a long while. I had some really intense personal conversations with some of the most inspirational and fabulous women I have ever met. I enjoyed most of the drive through pretty country, eventually I did get bored though. I got to show Noah around Portland and Seattle a little which was really neat because I have always thought of them as Tom-places and now I realize that they are me-places too. That was a nice feeling. That was partially nice because it helped me step back a bit from a bit of my baggage around Noah sharing things with me he has shared with other people and that is persepctive I really need.

It was a good trip north. The only thing that was consistently a little hard was that from when Noah arrived we never had a good night’s sleep. Various things were a problem every night and that was totally suckful. Which means that by the time we got to the camping/backpacking part of the trip we were already very sore and sleep deprived. I need good, consistent, quality sleep or I am just not really a good person to be around. I know this about myself and I try very hard to ensure this need is met. I’m quite sad that it became a problem on this trip. So we hiked out about two miles (a very solid uphill the first mile then down hill the second mile) in the heat when we were already sore and uncomfortable in general. We were actually having fun talking about how each of us is the other’s favorite person to hate backpacking with ever. We camped next to a very pretty lake that night and had fun playing at camping stuff before the sun went down. But the next morning he noticed that my attitude had taken a turn for the worse mainly because my entire body hurt. We decided to just go home so we could sleep in our comfortable bed. Oh my god is this bed awesome.

And so, we came home and have been doing house work and spending lots of good quality mellow time together. Last night we went out for a ridiculously decadent evening with some of our very favorite people. It’s been a lovely little vacation.

Maybe someday I will get around to telling ya’ll about the white trash Mondavi commercial, but then again… maybe not. 🙂

I did it! I did it!

I made Noah come with oral sex! … Wait, you say so what? No no no…. you don’t understand. Noah is one of those, “I don’t come from oral sex” people. The kind who says, “It’s happened a few times ever but those times were flukes and there isn’t much point in trying.” Well, HA! I’ve totally been paying attention and playing with technique and it worked! I did it!

I am no longer inferior!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!

And now I go off to therapy where my therapist will congratulate me for overcoming this obstacle. (Dude, it’s kind of sad how much time in therapy has been spent talking about how pathetic I have felt for being inferior in this area.)

Avenue Q outing

http://www.shnsf.com/shows/show.asp?key=18&subkey=664 is a link that will hopefully work to direct you to the website. I would really like to see this show in SF and I’m hoping to arrange a group outing. Anyone have a date that works best? I would quite cheerfully buy a block of seats if people can commit to going…

August 7-September 2
Tue – Sat eves at 8pm
Wed, Sat and Sun mats at 2pm

tired and strangely cranky

I have the best husband ever. He dotes on me and loves me and treats me very well. That said…

I have a hard time not liking people. When I dislike someone or feel angry at them I tend to feel intense, overwhelming guilt so strong it sometimes almost chokes me. I don’t feel like it is ok for me to dislike or, worse yet, hate anyone. There are people in this world who have given me good reason to dislike/hate them and yet… when I experience those emotions I generally end up crying and feeling like I am a terrible person for feeling that way. What is interesting is that I know I have wronged people in my life–I’m no ones idea of perfect–but the people I have the strongest negative reactions to aren’t people I have seriously wronged. It seems as though the people who have given me the most reason to dislike them are people I have never done anything to or at least I don’t feel that I have done anything to them. There are always people who feel I have wronged them merely by existing. I’m never entirely sure what to do about that. Would they really feel better if I killed myself? It isn’t really an option at this point since I promised Noah I wouldn’t during a particularly bad spell a while ago.

Yet there are still these feelings. It would be easier if I could just excise these people from my life entirely, but I can’t. So here I am left with my frustration and anger and sadness that I am such a bad person that I hate other people. These negative feelings sort of seep out into other parts of my life in sucky ways. Whenever I have cause to think about the people I particularly dislike I tend to feel like I am just a terrible, awful person for hours if not days. But I can’t really make them go away. And I can’t avoid the people unless I just drop some of the people I want to have in my life.

So… yeah. Something was triggery earlier today and I haven’t been able to ditch the funk. Despite just being back from vacation with my wonderful husband where we had lots of fun and saw many friends. Despite hiding from the heat in Chevy’s with margarita’s and then watching *two* movies in one day. Sometimes I hate my brain.