SO: 'My toes have had really dry skin for the past few days. It's been quite a problem.'
Me: 'Have you moisturized them?'
SO: 'I don't have any foot moisturizer.'
Me: [deadpan; nodding sympathetically] 'I hear there's a foot moisture shortage these days.'
SO: '...'
Me: *snerk*
SO: '...I suppose you have moisturizer in the bathroom.'
Me: *grinning* 'Go nuts.'
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Beananapea
It is 2:51am, and I am curled up on my loveseat eating a "dinner" of beans, bananas, frozen peas, lemon zinger tea, and orange juice. Frankly, this says more about me than any amount of exposition I can provide about my psychology ever will. :)
In French people say they 'have' years instead of being an age. I like that better. It is definitely true that I have 21 years, but it seems less true that I am 21. It's not part of my identity, having 21 years.
I do identify with a few titles. The only important titles I claim regularly are "feminist" and "queer". I am a feminist in the sense that, as I am finishing up my undergraduate degree in History, it is overwhelmingly obvious to me that women have been treated as a subordinate class to men for thousands of years; that this is still ongoing even in the most allegedly liberal nations of the world; and that evening the field for women is something I will strive for until the day that I die. I am queer in the sense that there's the potential for me to be attracted to anyone, I'm pretty open about who I date, and for some reason that makes me subversive. Another title that one might apply to me is "polyamorous," though I struggle with this one too. More accurate would be to say that I am open about who I date to the point where I will enthusiastically date many people at the same time, if the circumstances allow for it. Even more accurate would be to drop the language of 'dating' altogether; some relationships are sexy, others aren't, and both are entirely welcome and fortunate. Right now, I'm really just rolling with the punches.
I live in Vancouver, British Columbia, and I am head over heels in love with this city. I grew up in small town BC and moved to the city for school three and a half years ago. I lived in residence, then with my then-boyfriend, then escaped to Scotland for a while, and now I'm living all by myself for the first time. Living alone is at once the best and the worst possible thing for me. On the one hand, no one is accountable to me, and I am only accountable to myself: such a relief. I am a private person and having my own space has always been important. On the other hand, I spent the last two nights sleeping at M and A's place instead of my own: It gets very quiet in here sometimes.
I was recently accepted as a probable graduate student in History for September, 2012 at the same school I am doing my undergraduate degree with. I am going to complete a minor in philosophy and likely scrape another minor together in sociology over the next year and a half, through part-time and distance classes as I try to get a reasonable job to help fill the interim gap. I am not happy unless I am in school; I am absolutely thrilled to have such a strong jump on academia at such a young age, and can't wait to get started. My focus is in gender and history, and the history of sexuality; I also care quite a bit about ethics, and will probably slide a philosophy joke in here now and again. Academics and I are inextricable. It is a loving but codependent relationship from which I hope never to be rescued.
I have been journaling online since I was 14, and it's become an indispensable element of my life, engaging in discourse with my own psychology. I grapple with my own reactions on a daily basis; I am slowly pulling myself together after having been afflicted for years with General Anxiety Disorder, and though never officially or consistently diagnosed, there have been depressive undertones in my psychological behavior as well. I am so compelled by my own autonomy that I have refused chemical treatment for my conditions, preferring to rough it out. Some days are better than others, but every day sees an improvement.
I am a peculiar person. I hope to use this blog to talk about my adventures in sexuality, in academics, and the sheer amount of caffeine I am consuming in the process. I will do everything I can to make sure this is an open and respectful environment for everyone, with a focus on sex-positivity. Sometimes my privilege as a white, cisgendered woman having grown up in Canada will show, and I welcome you to call me out when I am out of line. Learning about the world is always a work-in-progress, and I am only too happy to admit my mistakes and learn from them.
My name is not really Elle, but it'll do. Welcome to my blog. :)
In French people say they 'have' years instead of being an age. I like that better. It is definitely true that I have 21 years, but it seems less true that I am 21. It's not part of my identity, having 21 years.
I do identify with a few titles. The only important titles I claim regularly are "feminist" and "queer". I am a feminist in the sense that, as I am finishing up my undergraduate degree in History, it is overwhelmingly obvious to me that women have been treated as a subordinate class to men for thousands of years; that this is still ongoing even in the most allegedly liberal nations of the world; and that evening the field for women is something I will strive for until the day that I die. I am queer in the sense that there's the potential for me to be attracted to anyone, I'm pretty open about who I date, and for some reason that makes me subversive. Another title that one might apply to me is "polyamorous," though I struggle with this one too. More accurate would be to say that I am open about who I date to the point where I will enthusiastically date many people at the same time, if the circumstances allow for it. Even more accurate would be to drop the language of 'dating' altogether; some relationships are sexy, others aren't, and both are entirely welcome and fortunate. Right now, I'm really just rolling with the punches.
I live in Vancouver, British Columbia, and I am head over heels in love with this city. I grew up in small town BC and moved to the city for school three and a half years ago. I lived in residence, then with my then-boyfriend, then escaped to Scotland for a while, and now I'm living all by myself for the first time. Living alone is at once the best and the worst possible thing for me. On the one hand, no one is accountable to me, and I am only accountable to myself: such a relief. I am a private person and having my own space has always been important. On the other hand, I spent the last two nights sleeping at M and A's place instead of my own: It gets very quiet in here sometimes.
I was recently accepted as a probable graduate student in History for September, 2012 at the same school I am doing my undergraduate degree with. I am going to complete a minor in philosophy and likely scrape another minor together in sociology over the next year and a half, through part-time and distance classes as I try to get a reasonable job to help fill the interim gap. I am not happy unless I am in school; I am absolutely thrilled to have such a strong jump on academia at such a young age, and can't wait to get started. My focus is in gender and history, and the history of sexuality; I also care quite a bit about ethics, and will probably slide a philosophy joke in here now and again. Academics and I are inextricable. It is a loving but codependent relationship from which I hope never to be rescued.
I have been journaling online since I was 14, and it's become an indispensable element of my life, engaging in discourse with my own psychology. I grapple with my own reactions on a daily basis; I am slowly pulling myself together after having been afflicted for years with General Anxiety Disorder, and though never officially or consistently diagnosed, there have been depressive undertones in my psychological behavior as well. I am so compelled by my own autonomy that I have refused chemical treatment for my conditions, preferring to rough it out. Some days are better than others, but every day sees an improvement.
I am a peculiar person. I hope to use this blog to talk about my adventures in sexuality, in academics, and the sheer amount of caffeine I am consuming in the process. I will do everything I can to make sure this is an open and respectful environment for everyone, with a focus on sex-positivity. Sometimes my privilege as a white, cisgendered woman having grown up in Canada will show, and I welcome you to call me out when I am out of line. Learning about the world is always a work-in-progress, and I am only too happy to admit my mistakes and learn from them.
My name is not really Elle, but it'll do. Welcome to my blog. :)
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