Rose has its thorn
I was reading 24@Heart recently and I realised yet again that now matter how unhappy I am with the way this illness has changed my body, at the end of it all, I am still me [somewhere? I hope?] and I accepted who I am long ago. This is the body I have.
It built on the discussions happening over at Shakesville too, see the This is my flaw project. I thought about participating, but I don’t think I am brave enough. It is all well and good working through the changes mentally on my own or with loved ones, but I do not think I am strong enough yet to let other people see and comment on me.
I’ve told several people about DasBecca’s rant about The Watchman, it is hilarious and so beautifully written. Go read it.
Momo Fali asked an interesting question today… it doesn’t make sense without her back story, so go read real quick. Question is ‘What’s Your Feather?’
For Weasel, I think a musical note. We met because we both love Tori and joined a mailing list to discuss her music. Obviously we met on the internet, but I couldn’t think of a way to represent that. I thought of a spider’s web, it would be beautiful in a frame, but I don’t think it represents the internet. Music brought us together and it is a huge part of our lives now. I think words/books could work just as well. We both love our books so very much and obviously the internet is covered in words [just like books!].
For Horatio, again we met on the internet. I’m trying to think of the moments when I found myself falling in love and what ‘thing’ represents that. He makes me laugh so much, what represents laughter? I love talking about food with him, loved cycling together, adore the sex, we met because of anime… What represents any of this? We’ve taught each other and awful lot and learnt a lot too. Ruler? Apple? Pencil? DVD? Compass [one for drawing not for directions]? Bicycle? Cock ring? Cheese? Good god, I can’t think of one thing.
I know I have mentioned several times that I do not link to things because the links have a tendency to break over time. I found a way around that, Broken Link Checker for WordPress. Love love love.
Weasel was snuggling with Fergus earlier and now he reeks of Olbas oil. I don’t mind it if my nose is stuffy too, but when it isn’t the smell just hits the back of my throat. Grumble. At least he doesn’t seem upset about it.
“This is my flaw project” sounds so intriguing. I think it will be wonderful to see when it comes to fruition. I love the author’s perspective and agree with her points.
We’ve had conversations about how it is to judge yourself so harshly, and then hear an outsider judge that imperfection. It’s so damages us simply because we have been punishing ourselves with the comment for years and now have been validated.
What’s your feather? That’s an interesting question. I loved your answers. You made me spontaneously laugh out loud – especially the bit about the cock ring. Excellent.
I’m in the same position you are and can’t think of a thing. Husband and I both are thinking on it.
Great post to read. Lots of fun info and good links.
blanketgirl´s last blog post… Sick of Being
i read the oprah-feather story and interpreted a “feather” as meaning … something that reminds you of someone you love who isn’t around anymore. it’s the missing presence you try to fill with a symbol. you know? so maybe that’s why you had trouble picking one perfect one! ravens were my “feather” for an old lover, but now i just resent them both more! heh.