Silver Static
Mar. 21st, 2006 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormMy ears are still ringing from dancing last night. Wow. I'm not sure if Graham's voice sounds slightly different in addition, or if it's just me.
Apparently this is the time in my cycle where I get annoying. Graham, as one of these anthropologist-women's studies people, has been tracking this stuff a little better than I can. He noticed that my annoying bursts seem to come cyclically. Great. I have no argument with the annoying bit (indeed, I annoy myself when these bouts come on) and I'm not sure whether to be relieved or frightened that I have a "cause" for them.
I went to a lunch with my Vandusen guides today. I love my work-- being able to take a couple-hour-long lunch to get across the city is great. It wasn't even a bad day to be working outside in the drizzle, which is what I was doing when I wasn't listening to the ladies discuss their garden tours and cruises and nursing experiences over wine.
I am now really officially sore, but in a much better way than the muscle-pain I had when I was sick. Today was bending-over-in-the-cold day at work, which coming right on the heels of dancing, marathon sex, and more work has given me a new appreciation for bed, warm baths, and stillness.
Commercial appeal note: I notice that I need much more aftercare as a sadistic top than I ever did as a traumatised bottom. If I do something mean to someone, it's me that needs the reassurance of a follow-up call the next day. "Are you alright? I mean, really alright? I mean, that was awesome, but I just want to be sure..."
Apparently this is the time in my cycle where I get annoying. Graham, as one of these anthropologist-women's studies people, has been tracking this stuff a little better than I can. He noticed that my annoying bursts seem to come cyclically. Great. I have no argument with the annoying bit (indeed, I annoy myself when these bouts come on) and I'm not sure whether to be relieved or frightened that I have a "cause" for them.
I went to a lunch with my Vandusen guides today. I love my work-- being able to take a couple-hour-long lunch to get across the city is great. It wasn't even a bad day to be working outside in the drizzle, which is what I was doing when I wasn't listening to the ladies discuss their garden tours and cruises and nursing experiences over wine.
I am now really officially sore, but in a much better way than the muscle-pain I had when I was sick. Today was bending-over-in-the-cold day at work, which coming right on the heels of dancing, marathon sex, and more work has given me a new appreciation for bed, warm baths, and stillness.
Commercial appeal note: I notice that I need much more aftercare as a sadistic top than I ever did as a traumatised bottom. If I do something mean to someone, it's me that needs the reassurance of a follow-up call the next day. "Are you alright? I mean, really alright? I mean, that was awesome, but I just want to be sure..."
