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Y' know, bisexuality is a trip. I mean, I look at these pictures of naked women and think things I *know* the "photo stylist" never intended. Naked chick straddling a bamboo chair backwards with her breasts pressed against the back? I think about how uncomfortable that must be and the weird marks she's going to have afterwards. Eventually I notice that she's an attractive naked person, but my mind is still on the person who thought this would be arousing. And I guess it must be, 'cause it's a pretty common pose...

Then there are the "Candid" shots. Chick studiously writing on a legal pad, in white cotton panties and a wide open sweater, outside. Ooh, baby, make that shopping list.

And I *know* natural breasts aren't supposed to look like that. Bits made mostly of fat cells don't defy gravity without some help. Gotta love the photos of women with DD's that don't move when the chick is flat on her back. Its all too silly for words.

But I know I'm odd when it comes to this type of thing...the most recent Sandra Bullock movie, Miss Congeniality, had her on the poster in a tight-fitting evening gown, combat boots and (I believe) a thigh holster. I think it was supposed to be absurd and not at all sexy. Me, I'm thinking of getting the poster for the bedroom. (Hey, if Jeff can have Trent, I can have Sandra. *grin*)

There's an article in this month's (how does one refer to a magazine that's bi-monthly. I guess "the Current Issue" works...and I'd say something about how many words that is, but after writing these sentences, it'd be a bit absurd...) about living platonically with friends, why it doesn't happen more, and why people not in the relationship seem to have a problem with it. Just another thing I don't understand. Of course, this starts with *why* people care if I'm having sex with the people who share my address. Really, I don't see how it's the business of anyone but the souls involved.

I didn't know that so many people didn't understand Chosen Family. I suppose this is supposed to be one of those things that simply "isn't done"...not sure why. It really is something of an evolvement (is that a word?) of marriage, in that the people that are chosen for marriage are generally accepted into one's blood family with little comment, and vice versa.In my experience, its quite rare for either side of the family to *not* consider a person who "marries in" to not be family, at least in some respects. So...if I can choose one person to bring into my family, why not many? And why does the practice weird out so many people.

I doubt my MiL will ever understand...I mentioned my brother Daniel once, and she said "you mean, good friend, right?" Unfortunately, I was still in the Being Very Polite and Hoping They'll Go Away stage of the relationship and agreed. If it comes up again, I plan to make it clear, in no uncertain terms that when I say "Brother" I mean *Brother*, and if I'd meant "Friend", that would have been the term chosen.

I'd like to get the chip off my shoulder when it comes to my in-laws...it's making my clothes hang funny. But I have this sinking feeling that the only way that will happen will be for us to move. And that isn't planned for several years.

Feh.

I've been seriously considering looking into therapy lately. Not because of the in-laws...just 'cause of shit in general and the fact that I don't want to spiral back into full blown depression. Of course, this would hinge on my having time for therapy...and since it didn't work too well the last time, I'm rawther skeptical that I've got a chance at success *this* time. Which probably isn't the best mind set.

I wonder if I can find a shrink that does house calls.;)

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Y' know, bisexuality is a trip. I mean, I look at these pictures of naked women and think things I *know* the "photo stylist" never intended. Naked chick straddling a bamboo chair backwards with her breasts pressed against the back? I think about how uncomfortable that must be and the weird marks she's going to have afterwards. Eventually I notice that she's an attractive naked person, but my mind is still on the person who thought this would be arousing. And I guess it must be, 'cause it's a pretty common pose...

Then there are the "Candid" shots. Chick studiously writing on a legal pad, in white cotton panties and a wide open sweater, outside. Ooh, baby, make that shopping list.

And I *know* natural breasts aren't supposed to look like that. Bits made mostly of fat cells don't defy gravity without some help. Gotta love the photos of women with DD's that don't move when the chick is flat on her back. Its all too silly for words.

But I know I'm odd when it comes to this type of thing...the most recent Sandra Bullock movie, Miss Congeniality, had her on the poster in a tight-fitting evening gown, combat boots and (I believe) a thigh holster. I think it was supposed to be absurd and not at all sexy. Me, I'm thinking of getting the poster for the bedroom. (Hey, if Jeff can have Trent, I can have Sandra. *grin*)

There's an article in this month's (how does one refer to a magazine that's bi-monthly. I guess "the Current Issue" works...and I'd say something about how many words that is, but after writing these sentences, it'd be a bit absurd...) about living platonically with friends, why it doesn't happen more, and why people not in the relationship seem to have a problem with it. Just another thing I don't understand. Of course, this starts with *why* people care if I'm having sex with the people who share my address. Really, I don't see how it's the business of anyone but the souls involved.

I didn't know that so many people didn't understand Chosen Family. I suppose this is supposed to be one of those things that simply "isn't done"...not sure why. It really is something of an evolvement (is that a word?) of marriage, in that the people that are chosen for marriage are generally accepted into one's blood family with little comment, and vice versa.In my experience, its quite rare for either side of the family to *not* consider a person who "marries in" to not be family, at least in some respects. So...if I can choose one person to bring into my family, why not many? And why does the practice weird out so many people.

I doubt my MiL will ever understand...I mentioned my brother Daniel once, and she said "you mean, good friend, right?" Unfortunately, I was still in the Being Very Polite and Hoping They'll Go Away stage of the relationship and agreed. If it comes up again, I plan to make it clear, in no uncertain terms that when I say "Brother" I mean *Brother*, and if I'd meant "Friend", that would have been the term chosen.

I'd like to get the chip off my shoulder when it comes to my in-laws...it's making my clothes hang funny. But I have this sinking feeling that the only way that will happen will be for us to move. And that isn't planned for several years.

Feh.

I've been seriously considering looking into therapy lately. Not because of the in-laws...just 'cause of shit in general and the fact that I don't want to spiral back into full blown depression. Of course, this would hinge on my having time for therapy...and since it didn't work too well the last time, I'm rawther skeptical that I've got a chance at success *this* time. Which probably isn't the best mind set.

I wonder if I can find a shrink that does house calls.;)