Sex for One came to my door as I was writing the last post. There are indeed some very interesting illusrations of the variations of a vulva. Apparently some people have octopus tenticle looking inner labia.... straaange. And Betty Dodson is actually the person who made masturbation okay. She went on a quest to make it okay. In the seventies. Crazy.
So I drew my vulva. In crayon. It all felt very subversive, and I had to do a first draft. But in the end I'm kind of proud of it.
So, now for something else.
Mother-in-law-to-be is coming. In 14 days. Every time I look at the house I think of all the things that have to be cleaned. And I still have no idea what we're going to do while she's here. We are, delightfully, visiting the dress shop so she can look at the color I've picked out. Apparently she wants to wear a dress of the same color.
And she's bringing the dog. Oh why oh why is she bringing that dog. If a dog needs to be drugged so it can go on a roadtrip, maybe that dog should stay at home? Or at a kennel? Just a thought. And our appartment doesn't allow pets, and we are not about to risk eviction by letting him stay here. They are paying extra for a hotel that allows dogs, but even then she doesn't want to leave him there during the day. She thinks he will get stolen. So that dog is going to spend, basically, a week in the car, minus nights. Madness.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
to do lists are fun
Hopefully my copy of Sex for One will show up in the next few hours. FedEx says its out on delivery. The author, Betty Dodson, I'm told, is the grandmother of masturbation. My sexologist says she's in her eighties, looks like she's in her fifties, and has a boyfriend in his thirties. Sounds like the woman to learn from. Apparently the book has "wonderful" illustrations of vulvas, which I'm hoping will help me draw my own. I went to check that situation out today and had no idea where to start.
The sex log is coming along well. I have finished writing about Tuesday night's activities and am working on writing about Wednesday night's activities. In session, I leave things out that I don't think matter. Writing the log, I don't feel like I can do that. Yup, this is exactly what sex between us is like. During my first session, a week and a half ago, I was amazed at how easy it was to talk about sex. She just worked me up to it, and there I was. It was like "hey! did i just say clitoris? yup. there it went. oh look i did it again. huh." The sex log is a little different. I feel pretty self conscious thinking about her reading it.
But it is comforting to think of how nonjudgemental she is. On the back of her business card is an awesome quote: "I am a sexologist and that means I've given my life to the scientific study of organized information about sex. Just as I wouldn't judge daises over roses if I were a botanist, I don't judge sexual behaviors." Janice Epp, PhD
(fyi Janice Epp is not my sexologist. she's a kind of famous one that practices in Paolo Alto CA)(i do not live in CA)
The sex log is coming along well. I have finished writing about Tuesday night's activities and am working on writing about Wednesday night's activities. In session, I leave things out that I don't think matter. Writing the log, I don't feel like I can do that. Yup, this is exactly what sex between us is like. During my first session, a week and a half ago, I was amazed at how easy it was to talk about sex. She just worked me up to it, and there I was. It was like "hey! did i just say clitoris? yup. there it went. oh look i did it again. huh." The sex log is a little different. I feel pretty self conscious thinking about her reading it.
But it is comforting to think of how nonjudgemental she is. On the back of her business card is an awesome quote: "I am a sexologist and that means I've given my life to the scientific study of organized information about sex. Just as I wouldn't judge daises over roses if I were a botanist, I don't judge sexual behaviors." Janice Epp, PhD
(fyi Janice Epp is not my sexologist. she's a kind of famous one that practices in Paolo Alto CA)(i do not live in CA)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
A place to vent
Hello internet. My name is Lauren. I am a senior at an American university, graduating next spring with a B.A. in Psychology. Next September, I plan to marry my boyfriend/fiance/manthing of almost three years. The May following that we plan to move back to my hometown where ultimately I dream of owning a sustainably-minded small independent bakery.
Right now I am juggling school (15 credits) and work (24 hours a week) and wedding planning. And graduation paperwork. And an impending visit from the soon-to-be-mother-in-law-who-nobody-ever-says-no-to. And for me, the most exciting and wonderful not-really-an-obligation: I have started seeing a sexologist because, despite voracious efforts I have never had an orgasm. I want this to change.
For the longest time, my inability to orgasm made me feel sad and helpless. I wanted the magical orgasm fairy to come along and save me and show me where they kept the fantastic orgasms that everybody else was having.
Thus, this blog. Because as I've quickly learned you can't just say "pre-orgasmic" in public. Unless maybe you're Swedish? They seem to be really open about that kind of thing. I'm a wild Facebook stalker, but everyone is there. The future-mother-in-law is there. And you can't complain about your mother in law to your mother in law.
This is my place to vent. Even though my free time has magically disappeared, I need a place where I can say what I really feel about the people and events in my life. This blog will help keep me sane over (at least) the next year.
Right now I am juggling school (15 credits) and work (24 hours a week) and wedding planning. And graduation paperwork. And an impending visit from the soon-to-be-mother-in-law-who-nobody-ever-says-no-to. And for me, the most exciting and wonderful not-really-an-obligation: I have started seeing a sexologist because, despite voracious efforts I have never had an orgasm. I want this to change.
For the longest time, my inability to orgasm made me feel sad and helpless. I wanted the magical orgasm fairy to come along and save me and show me where they kept the fantastic orgasms that everybody else was having.
Thus, this blog. Because as I've quickly learned you can't just say "pre-orgasmic" in public. Unless maybe you're Swedish? They seem to be really open about that kind of thing. I'm a wild Facebook stalker, but everyone is there. The future-mother-in-law is there. And you can't complain about your mother in law to your mother in law.
This is my place to vent. Even though my free time has magically disappeared, I need a place where I can say what I really feel about the people and events in my life. This blog will help keep me sane over (at least) the next year.
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