Letting It All Hang Out
Have you ever been getting dressed after having sex, looked down and realized that with half of your clothes on, and from the way you are sitting up, your middle looks waaay too soft, and then noticed your partner was standing next to you, loooking down on you and all of your ripples?
In that situation, do you feel more or less confident if you are well acquainted with you partner or if you are strangers?
Have you ever felt that sick feeling deep down inside, wondering if you look as bad as you feel? In reality, you probably don't look bad at all. You're probably very appealing in your post-coitus glow. Normally, with clothes on, you are very self-confident. However, when the stakes are high, you wallow in self-doubt.
I find blogging to be this way as well.
Tonight, I had my first comments to something I wrote from someone I don't know. To my knowledge, two of my friends have read my blog, and of them, one left a comment.
The butterflies in my stomach launched into high gear tonight when I looked onto my blog and saw that someone had commented on two of my posts. Not only did someone take the time to read my crazy thoughts, something I said touched that person in a way that made him want to reach out to me.
I write because I love to write. I am finding it is therapeutic to talk about my life to potentially millions of strangers. Most people are likely not to care either way about what I have to say. The thought that, not only would someone want to know what I have to say, but also like what I am saying, is exciting. The thought that some people will read what I have to say and will hate it, is humbling. The thought that people I know will read my private thoughts and know about the things I have done, terrifies me. And it excites me. And it humbles me. It is overwhelming.
Not unlike getting dressed after sex. After sharing the most intimate of activities with another human being for a fraction of the time you have in this life, are you comfortable with your appearance or do you worry that you are making the wrong impression? Everyone wants to be liked.
You put yourself on the line and ask for someone to assess your self-worth in one of the most personal ways possible. Did you both feel a connection or was it better for you than your partner? Was it a pleasurable experience or a repulsive one? Do you feel relaxed, anxious, self-conscious? How well do you know your partner? Is that person a trusted friend you want to know better or someone just passing through?
Blogging is a very intimate activity. The blogger is looking for acceptance on a deeply personal level from the masses. It's almost a little kinky, wouldn't you agree?
In that situation, do you feel more or less confident if you are well acquainted with you partner or if you are strangers?
Have you ever felt that sick feeling deep down inside, wondering if you look as bad as you feel? In reality, you probably don't look bad at all. You're probably very appealing in your post-coitus glow. Normally, with clothes on, you are very self-confident. However, when the stakes are high, you wallow in self-doubt.
I find blogging to be this way as well.
Tonight, I had my first comments to something I wrote from someone I don't know. To my knowledge, two of my friends have read my blog, and of them, one left a comment.
The butterflies in my stomach launched into high gear tonight when I looked onto my blog and saw that someone had commented on two of my posts. Not only did someone take the time to read my crazy thoughts, something I said touched that person in a way that made him want to reach out to me.
I write because I love to write. I am finding it is therapeutic to talk about my life to potentially millions of strangers. Most people are likely not to care either way about what I have to say. The thought that, not only would someone want to know what I have to say, but also like what I am saying, is exciting. The thought that some people will read what I have to say and will hate it, is humbling. The thought that people I know will read my private thoughts and know about the things I have done, terrifies me. And it excites me. And it humbles me. It is overwhelming.
Not unlike getting dressed after sex. After sharing the most intimate of activities with another human being for a fraction of the time you have in this life, are you comfortable with your appearance or do you worry that you are making the wrong impression? Everyone wants to be liked.
You put yourself on the line and ask for someone to assess your self-worth in one of the most personal ways possible. Did you both feel a connection or was it better for you than your partner? Was it a pleasurable experience or a repulsive one? Do you feel relaxed, anxious, self-conscious? How well do you know your partner? Is that person a trusted friend you want to know better or someone just passing through?
Blogging is a very intimate activity. The blogger is looking for acceptance on a deeply personal level from the masses. It's almost a little kinky, wouldn't you agree?
Hmmm, never had the experience of "being naked after sex with a STRANGER". I came here following your post from another web blog about "single parenting". Hope there is no connection between "sex with strangers" and single parenting here.
ReplyDeleteActually this recollection was not with a stranger but with a good friend. However, being a single parent, one of the things I need to consider is how and with who I will be intimate with. Its not like being married where whenever you are in the mood, you have live in relief. I have to go out and find relief. If you are a single parent, you should know what I mean. I will have parenting posts too, this just was running through my head last night.
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