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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: (hugging)
Thursday, November 15th, 2018 12:22 pm
Was talking with Jenn this morning and we were talking about sex and kissing and generally being fed, emotionally.

Being fed, emotionally, is what I call intimacy.

I was thinking about writing a Tumblr post, and maybe I'll adapt this for that purpose, because Intimacy comes in a MILLION forms that AREN'T sex. And there needs to be an understanding of that. Across the board, there needs to be an understanding of that.

Sex isn't necessarily intimacy. Sex doesn't necessarily feed your spirit and self, or make you feel satisfied.

Orgasm isn't necessarily intimacy either. (though sex without a satisfying orgasm can be classified as "bad sex", it can still feel intimate, especially if there's clear communication about what's going on and why, or if at least one partner feels like it's a gift to their partner) I could write so much about this, but that's what I've got at the moment.

Intimacy can be the right amount of eye contact during a meaningful discussion.
Or it can be someone who knows just when to offer a hug, and who holds on as long as you need it..
Intimacy can be the kind of hug where you can hear the other person's heartbeat and you just feel safe.
Or it can be touching and being touched in the ways that feel satisfying.

(I'm laughing at myself a little, because part of the reason I'm writing this is that I've had a song stuck in my head for two days, and it seems like it's an anthem for ace/asexual folks...)



Intimacy isn't about being naked with someone. (necessarily!) I've been hot tubbing for literally decades. It can be sexual, it can be chill. It can be friendly, or there can be no connection whatever between you and the other naked person...

But then there's this: One time at Kiva (santa cruz hot tub place) I met someone in the public space talking-allowed tub. For some reason we wound up talking about the fact that I was considering having ACL reconstruction/knee surgery. Probably that my body was hurting all the time, and I'd only recently finally learned that the ACL on my right knee wasn't just damaged, it was not just broken, but it was completely GONE. My ACL had broken so long before I and my doctors figured it out and got the MRI testing done, that my body had cannibalized the tissue, cleaned it right out.

I'm talking to the guy. It felt safe to express my fears about surgery, generally, and also to explain and describe the ongoing chronic pain I had been suffering. (when your body is missing a structural member, the muscles elsewhere in the body overwork to make up for that lack. This frequently causes serious pain.)

He says, I had that kind of surgery twenty years ago, things are VERY different now. He lifts his knee out of the water, there's a giant red scar circling 2/3-3/4 of his knee. He says, this is how they used to do ACL replacement, before arthroscopic surgery. He describes the process, which I'll spare you from hearing. Then he describes how they do surgery "now" (in 2011) with small incisions, a camera to guide the surgeon, and a much shorter recovery time.

Being naked and in a trusting environment facilitated the intimacy. Which was the sharing of personal stories, advice, and perspective, and LISTENING. Listening, with a mind to HELP.

I did get that surgery, (which is now 7 years ago on my personal timeline) in part because I had this conversation. He said it was worth getting, even back when he got it, even with the extensive scarring and longer recovery period. I'd thank him, if I met him again and recognized him.

That felt intimate. Shared stories and kindness.

Contrariwise, I have an ex boyfriend who used the being naked together/having been naked together, as an awkward means to try and reconnect and/or hit on people. It became One of his usual greetings. "Hey, haven't I seen you naked?"

He thought he was funny, I guess. Eh. *eyeroll*

My friend L is asexual, smart, funny, punny, charming, cute. She's one of the reasons why that song up there got stuck in my head. I've taken a year of pottery classes with her, and we camped together at Burning Man this year, sharing some adventures. We come from different backgrounds, but we always have been able to talk about all kinds of things. She asks the most interesting questions, because she's *interested* in people and how they think and feel about a variety of different things.

Conversations with L are always interesting and intimate. Lots of people say "small talk is bullshit" but she asks real questions, and answers real questions thoughtfully. She's really REAL.

Another example: a different friend needed a safe space and to be listened to and be a little bit squished last night. Then she needed to cry. She cried, for hours, on my shoulder and in my arms. She needed to talk and vent about her sorrows and anger and disappointment about her relationship disintegrating under her, despite her best efforts. And her efforts have been many, detailed, and persistent, in trying to "fix" her marriage, to communicate clearly, to set her boundaries. I admire the work she's been doing, and I'm fucking sad as hell and disappointed in her partner for blowing past her boundaries, ignoring her communication, and failing to show up and meet her with a similar amount of effort.

But being the person who she feels safe enough to cry with?

That's a kind of intimacy like no other. Offering her safe space and the kind of physical contact she needed to let go for awhile... there was nothing sexual involved, just two humans being human together in pain and comfort.

Intimacy comes in friendly touch, in fixing someone's hair or collar, scratching the spot on their back that they can't reach. (I think of those grooming touches as a monkey-mind socialization.)

Intimacy can be instant and temporary, or can build over time.

and the thing that I finally understand, after years and years of working on my "trust issues" and anxiety and depression, is that it's always always always based on *mutual* consent and connection.

Post two is coming up.
There's a dark underbelly that I wanted to keep separate from this particular discussion.
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Thursday, October 25th, 2018 12:33 pm
I've just realized today that I have never made enough time to grieve My America. I've spent so much time pushing back against This Is Not Normal and reaching for the Better Angels Of Our Natures ... It's a kind of denial, isn't it? And I hide in fanfiction, both writing and reading, when my heart hurts...
And I will let myself have today. Two years ago today, I was feeling safe, and safe in my California bubble. I was convinced that gradually I would be able to help more of my friends and community who felt unsafe, into a better life.
And then the coup was successful. Coup is definitely the correct word, an Illegitimate government seized power. Immediately, even before the inauguration, they started smashing, dismantling, and poking holes in the social safety net and the mechanisms of civil society.
Today I grieve My America. I'll allow myself the time. And then I'll get back to work throwing new ropes at the edges of the safety net those bastards keep slashing at. And then I'll get back to slapping duct tape on the ragged cushion below the safety net. And then I'll get back to learning how to throw sand and sabots into the gears trying to chew up what Jesus called The Least Of These (I'm not christian, I'm paraphrasing)
I will do what I can do. Here. To grow the New America, to fight to protect and provide for those under attack.
"to ease pain and encourage growth", thank you @dduane for the concept.
My gods won't let me do less than that. My INTEGRITY won't let me do less than that.
I love you. Remember that. Keep fighting, and let's all take care of each other.