Meatspace, Headspace, it's all good
Jul. 17th, 2004 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanMy week has been divided neatly into two parts. Not temporally, but experientially.
One part is what Neal Stephenson likes to call "meatspace". This is what I have been doing, which is what I have, technically, been doing. The other is headspace, which ought to be self-explanatory
Meatspace Rachel: TypingtypingtypingtypingtypingTEAtypingTEAtypingTEATEATEAtyping
Headspace Rachel:
MusicmusicmusicmusicSEXSEXSEXmusicSEXmusicmusicSEXSEXSEXSEXSEXmusicSEX
The typing part is for Mark Bernstein. I'm FINALLY (almost) done with the bloody insurance booklet, and it's a good thing too, because Mark hadababyit'saboy.
The music and sex part? It started with a dream I had. About a threesome. With John Lennon and Yoko Ono. Went on to think about Robert Plant and his shrieks--according to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juliadactyl on an early entry, "like he's having the best orgasm of his life."
It went on to splinter, of course. I am now able to listen to music without thinking about sex, and I am now able to think about sex without listening to music. Except that it's now either one or the other, and so, when Mom commanded me to turn off the radio while I was driving because it was distracting me, I got even more distracted by the elaborate bondage fantasy I was busy constructing in my head.
Proposal: That, to eliminate confusion over preferences of a possible or determined sexual partner, each human creates a sexual dossier that will be able to be read before sex. (It is not compulsory to view it, as some people like awkward fondling, but it will be mandatory to offer.)
Example:
I am passive-submissive, meaning that I like to have things done to me but have little or no say in what is actually done. I'm not really shy, but I act it because it fits with the passive-submissive thing. (I don't like to make the first move, though.) I prefer a dominant-aggressive partner. I enjoy being tied up (discovered that in grade school!) but not being gagged or blindfolded. I also don't like pain so much. I don't speak or make a lot of noises during sex because it distracts me, preferring instead to breathe very heavily. I also don't like music during sex, but I have soundtrack that I play in my head.
I get aroused easily, but it tends to fade. I've never orgasmed with a partner but I've come (ha) fairly close. I am a big fan of the massage showerhead for solo gratification. I'm not very experienced in pleasing a partner, so I need a lot of direction.
I'm fairly skittish around males, although I do appreciate the male form aesthetically. I like the idea of two guys together, but I've never actually witnessed it. I do NOT enjoy the suspense of possibly being caught in the act unless it's with someone that I approve of who is likely to join in, and I don't know how I feel about somebody watching.
Anyway, I'm going to hang out with Lannon tomorrow. That's going to be excellent.
One part is what Neal Stephenson likes to call "meatspace". This is what I have been doing, which is what I have, technically, been doing. The other is headspace, which ought to be self-explanatory
Meatspace Rachel: TypingtypingtypingtypingtypingTEAtypingTEAtypingTEATEATEAtyping
Headspace Rachel:
MusicmusicmusicmusicSEXSEXSEXmusicSEXmusicmusicSEXSEXSEXSEXSEXmusicSEX
The typing part is for Mark Bernstein. I'm FINALLY (almost) done with the bloody insurance booklet, and it's a good thing too, because Mark hadababyit'saboy.
The music and sex part? It started with a dream I had. About a threesome. With John Lennon and Yoko Ono. Went on to think about Robert Plant and his shrieks--according to
juliadactyl on an early entry, "like he's having the best orgasm of his life." It went on to splinter, of course. I am now able to listen to music without thinking about sex, and I am now able to think about sex without listening to music. Except that it's now either one or the other, and so, when Mom commanded me to turn off the radio while I was driving because it was distracting me, I got even more distracted by the elaborate bondage fantasy I was busy constructing in my head.
Proposal: That, to eliminate confusion over preferences of a possible or determined sexual partner, each human creates a sexual dossier that will be able to be read before sex. (It is not compulsory to view it, as some people like awkward fondling, but it will be mandatory to offer.)
Example:
I am passive-submissive, meaning that I like to have things done to me but have little or no say in what is actually done. I'm not really shy, but I act it because it fits with the passive-submissive thing. (I don't like to make the first move, though.) I prefer a dominant-aggressive partner. I enjoy being tied up (discovered that in grade school!) but not being gagged or blindfolded. I also don't like pain so much. I don't speak or make a lot of noises during sex because it distracts me, preferring instead to breathe very heavily. I also don't like music during sex, but I have soundtrack that I play in my head.
I get aroused easily, but it tends to fade. I've never orgasmed with a partner but I've come (ha) fairly close. I am a big fan of the massage showerhead for solo gratification. I'm not very experienced in pleasing a partner, so I need a lot of direction.
I'm fairly skittish around males, although I do appreciate the male form aesthetically. I like the idea of two guys together, but I've never actually witnessed it. I do NOT enjoy the suspense of possibly being caught in the act unless it's with someone that I approve of who is likely to join in, and I don't know how I feel about somebody watching.
Anyway, I'm going to hang out with Lannon tomorrow. That's going to be excellent.
