Thanksgiving

Autism can be cured by punching strange men who ask to touch your breasts to heal their psychic wounds or something. The science right now is inconclusive, but we have to research it.

I have let people grope me. Some I know very well, and some I didn't know as well but seemed like fun at the time. I have asked acquaintances if I can hug them because I wanted to make sure. I've been embarrassed one or two times I did something without asking. I can understand the impulse.

I also had middle school dumb asses try to cop a feel on the playground and obviously stare at my breasts (early puberty is fun). I still have some scars from it. Sometimes, self-doubts and discomfort when noticing someone really staring down at me. If he wanted to convince me that the project did not reduce me to body parts, it's not working.

Also, this is a good post on what I mean by scars.

I did a search for 'Cthulhu bellydance', for laughs. Well someone did a bellydance to a Lovecraft-themed song. Heck, that song was on a whole album on Lovecraft, too. Funny thing was, I kinda had an image of Lovecraftian music being like YaHoWa13. Maybe the innocent hippies are influenced by Nyarlathotep?

OK, I need to figure ways to regulate how much time I spend on the computer, so I can finish projects.

But, first, a silly meme from beanside:

Five favorite kinks and five least favorite squicks in fiction.

( Avert your eyes! )

In the header:

( cut for teh children )

"I've been told by a close workmate of a gay guy (who was just a nodding acquaintance to me) who used to work at our organisation, about how the gay guy was visited at home one time by a couple of male Bible bashers (JWs or Mormons, can't remember which), one of whom the gay guy said was absolutely GORGEOUS. When the gorgeous one said to our colleague that he would like to teach him the ways of the Lord, our gay colleague said, fine, as long as I can teach you the ways of oral sex. Apparently, the Bible bashers left without further debate :-)"