I just got my copper IUD inserted. They were all kinds of scared that I would be in pain and unable to relax and that I'd have to take drugs and whatnot.
Clearly they do not know me very well. I took a few deep breaths expecting the worst, and it was not bad at all. I am apparently very good at relaxing those muscles and that area when I choose to. I'm also very strong down there, but that wasn't relevant today.
The move is going alright. I have one last car load of basically garage sale stuff packed up and stacked up in the dining room, with my wedding dress dramatically laid on top, and Ian has had to stare at it since Sunday night. I figure I'll head over tomorrow after work and get it sorted. He does deserve just that tiniest bit of rubbing it in. "Dude. Yo. You totally married me in front of all my family and friends, and you're being a dumb ass now. Grr."
It's a bit weird that I won't be watching the finale of Game of Thrones with him, since we've seen all the other episodes together. Ah well.
We last texted yesterday, and he was just letting me know that he and the landlord are making a new lease agreement next Monday. "Ok cool," I said.
I'm probably getting a bed this Friday. I have an appointment to go check them out at 11. If I hate all of them, I'll do the one day sale with Macy's on the 4th. \
Also Friday, I'm making my chocolate mousse cake and bringing it to Bryne's birthday party/house warming. The cake will be amazing-- a thin layer of devil's food cake, then a layer of ganache mousse, which is essentially very rich chocolate whipped cream, and then vanilla whipped cream on top. Then, just to be fancy, I'll pour chocolate glaze over the top of it, and then gorgeous whole strawberries in the center. Drizzling melted chocolate on top of them may or may not be gilding the lily.
Making this cake serves several purposes. First of all, it forces me to unpack. I had to find my recipe for Devil's food from when I worked at the fancy restaurant. I had to sort through my boxes and find my cake pans and what not. Measuring spoons, baking powder, etc. It's a scavenger hunt. Also, it's giving, and doing giving things is healing. Lastly, I'm totally trying to impress Dustin because he'll be at the party and it'll be the first time he sees me with the short hair and I will be highly effected by that man for a very, very long time. So, it's a good decision with some good motives and some misguided ones. I want Dustin to fuck the shit out of me again, and there are worse forms of persuasion than food.
I'm not really clear what I should do with myself tonight. I suppose I could do some more unpacking, and... go for a walk or something. There isn't really anything social happening tonight. I do have two very good books at home. I imagine I'll be ridiculously horny, because I generally am. It is my natural state.
Dom has been acting slightly differently around me, since I told her about the poly thing and the bi thing. She's very curious about my bisexuality. She gets this little smile, and I think it's because she hopes that I'm into her. Not because she'd want to do anything with me, she just wants people to want her.
She's pretty, but hell no. Fuck no. N-O no. She wants constant attention, constant reassurance, constant devotion. She wants her boyfriends to text her all day, telling her how pretty she is, buying her dinner. She's also got a mean streak. And she doesn't like anything I like to do, or watch. We have nothing in common. She's fun at work because we'll giggle and talk about work, but even if she weren't A) my boss and B) my coworker, she would not be an interest of mine. We are not compatible in any way, shape, or form. Also, she has herpes. So there's that.
In one week, I will be able to avoid having children for somewhere between 7-10 years by constantly irritating my uterus. I like that idea better than hormones, for some reason. Humans do interesting things for interesting reasons.
I don't even like sex without condoms. I like being able to just lie there afterwards and be a little sex doll. I do not enjoy having to heave myself out of bed, come-drunk, and evacuate the ejaculate. I far prefer that men come inside a condom, or down my throat.
Funny how that is, right? I either want to swallow the come whole, or avoid it completely. It's less messy that way.
I suppose all of this is a bit hypocritical, because I tend to make a fair puddle under myself during sex, but that's pretty much unavoidable.
Anyway, things are going fairly well. I totally high-fived the obgyn after the insertion. She said that the admiration was mutual :)
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