On Selective Reporting
Jan. 10th, 2007 09:59 amLast night, I was talking to
wildnsquirrelly, who expressed regrets over the usual content of my subconscious, and asked if I didn't ever have any really good dreams, the sort where one has wild succulent sex with people one would never really get to screw, and so on. I told him that I do, but that I don't usually post them on LJ. He says, "Oh, okay," and moves on.
triadruid picked up the thread this morning: "Why don't you post that? In fact, you hardly ever mention anything in your LJ about sex at all. It's not like anybody minds. You post all this awful stuff in detail, things that make you feel worse, but you don't post about things that make you feel better." He goes on to say that my LJ is like the conversations you have with your parents when you've first moved away to college; they say "What are you doing?", and you, percieving that they don't want to know about your frat parties, drug experimentation, intense work with community theater, and other vices, say "Nuthin'..." and drag your feet.
And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.
And that could be true. I could be selectively reporting my crap events, leaving out whole worlds of happy times. But I kind of figure that you don't want to know about my sex life. Or that the other people involved in my sex life would perhaps prefer that I didn't discuss it. Or that posting about one's own sex life is attention-whoring behavior. Or that I wouldn't be able to write about sex in an entertaining manner. Or any number of other things. So if you were wondering why, that's why.
With all the love in my heart...
Date: 2007-01-10 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: With all the love in my heart...
Date: 2007-01-10 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-10 04:59 pm (UTC)If that wasn't you, then consider that a challenge. Even if it was you. I see no reason why anyone would mind reading about an attractive woman's sex life, especially if she enjoys it.
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Date: 2007-01-10 05:31 pm (UTC)I don't think so. I just haven't done much of it, so there may be a thing going on in which I'm not sure that I can do it. I'm not even really sure that's a reason actually in play, it just seems like the sort of thing I would think.
Also, there's a comment begging to be made about not minding reading about attractive women's sex lives, and how that might not imply that people wouldn't mind reading about mine, but I'm pretty sure that making will earn me an actual kick from
Very well, we'll spell it out:
Date: 2007-01-10 05:37 pm (UTC)Wait, strike that last one, -exclamation point. If you don't believe me, go look in a mirror.
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Date: 2007-01-10 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-10 06:46 pm (UTC)But I have some new curiosities now. I feel a poll coming on.
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Date: 2007-01-10 06:44 pm (UTC)I've been told that simply having an LJ is attention-whoring. ::shrug::
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Date: 2007-01-10 06:55 pm (UTC)Also, I imagine that many/most people would have difficulty imagining me in sexual situations, for some of the reasons you mention, and some others. (AND IF ANYONE READING THIS COMMENT WISHES TO CONTRADICT THAT ASSUMPTION, I WOULD PREFER THAT THEY RECONSIDER. OKTHX.)
And yeah, there is some merit to your last sentence, as well. *shrug* So I guess I am an attention-whore after all. :-P
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Date: 2007-01-10 09:07 pm (UTC)All the better that she decided to run off and do things that made her happier. Or at least not as unhappy as being with me made her.
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Date: 2007-01-10 09:18 pm (UTC)Also, I am even more delighted to see you moving on.
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Date: 2007-01-10 10:09 pm (UTC)Er, I should clarify that I'm not 'moving on' as much as I am staying the course. Living with Mik has been a mixed blessing, but as I cannot trust her to be straightforward about her activities, sex partners, or even what she wants in life. I don't even thing SHE knows what she wants in life as it changes from year to year. All I know is that I keep making her less happy, and while she likes the umbrella of security I provide, I do not like the cloud of insecurity she provides.
So it's the same as when she was drinking, partying, and playing around, with the exception that I am getting rid of the heartache of having a former best friend in the house lying to me (even if just through ommission) whenever they speak.
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Date: 2007-01-10 07:14 pm (UTC)I don't know that I completely agree with that. I find LJ liberating in a way that allows me to say things and ask things and discuss things that in a normal face to face conversation would be more difficult for me.
But then, that may be just me... :-)
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Date: 2007-01-10 08:49 pm (UTC)How ever interesting my sex life may be to others, provided
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Date: 2007-01-10 08:56 pm (UTC)That's a lot of what I'm keeping the LJ for. I also use it to keep track of things, like my virtues practice and devotions, but mostly I am writing for the reasons you mention. And lo, when I do post about sex, what I am usually posting about is to get people's views on some hypothetical or statistical question that happens to be related to sex.
Also, I'm sure that
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Date: 2007-01-10 09:05 pm (UTC)You, stop making me love you today!
(doom is blushing!)
I think we are equally hawt and that is pretty damn hawt ;)
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Date: 2007-01-13 05:03 am (UTC)When you first started going to UNF you had some school book or another that had a page near the end that said "This page was intentionally left blank" or some-such, and it tickled you so much you hung it on your door for a while.