Ok....Sisu continues the wild ride.
It was gay pride week here and I went out to the gay bar last night with my best friend. I got to meet his current flame, tease them and be teased. So fun.
Something very interesting happened. I got hit on by a cute blonde girl. (That's not the interesting part.) Now, I am straight but have no qualms about being hit on. I don't get weirded out unless the person is well, just weird anyway. I have my preference but I think women are beautiful, wonderful creatures and I appreciate them. Now, strapping on my movement analysis brain, this girl hit on me like a guy. Her body language, her touch were all representational of male behaviour. It really weirded me out. I asked my friend about it and his response was, "Well, if you were a lesbian and all you knew were male patterns of behaviour, what would you do?" Well, for one, I would hit on a girl like a girl. If your preference is women, why act like a man? I still don't get it but I find it very interesting.
Two nights of dancing. When you are out of the mainstream for awhile and in rehearsal/creation mode, you don't realize how attune you can be to your own body when it is your everyday existance. Within minutes, I could tap into "mode" and block out everything else. Totally focused on what I was doing. I was very aware and perceptive of my space, other people around me, the music but I could almost instanteously tap into what I was doing with crazy precision. It's like a hyper-awareness of your body. An awareness of what every single part of your body is doing at any give moment and how you wish it to interpret. No mind/body split there....it's almost a fusion....no, a spreading of the mind and spirit to every pore. Eerie almost. I've never had to such an extent. It's an incredible high. *shiver*
With that in mind, I've realized that I'm also attuned to touch much more than normal. People don't know how to touch each other. I'm so conscious of it and often no one else is. So there is this girl touching my arm in her drunken state, and it feels like a clamp to me. Some guy also tried to kiss my neck and I just about crawled out of my skin.
Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely love being touched. I'm just being observant about my experience and it's effect on me. I'm sure the bar atmosphere had something to do with it as well but I'm finding my awareness of my physical self absolutely fascinating. All my sensory and kineasthetic faculties are in overdrive. 200 klicks/hr babe!
It was gay pride week here and I went out to the gay bar last night with my best friend. I got to meet his current flame, tease them and be teased. So fun.
Something very interesting happened. I got hit on by a cute blonde girl. (That's not the interesting part.) Now, I am straight but have no qualms about being hit on. I don't get weirded out unless the person is well, just weird anyway. I have my preference but I think women are beautiful, wonderful creatures and I appreciate them. Now, strapping on my movement analysis brain, this girl hit on me like a guy. Her body language, her touch were all representational of male behaviour. It really weirded me out. I asked my friend about it and his response was, "Well, if you were a lesbian and all you knew were male patterns of behaviour, what would you do?" Well, for one, I would hit on a girl like a girl. If your preference is women, why act like a man? I still don't get it but I find it very interesting.
Two nights of dancing. When you are out of the mainstream for awhile and in rehearsal/creation mode, you don't realize how attune you can be to your own body when it is your everyday existance. Within minutes, I could tap into "mode" and block out everything else. Totally focused on what I was doing. I was very aware and perceptive of my space, other people around me, the music but I could almost instanteously tap into what I was doing with crazy precision. It's like a hyper-awareness of your body. An awareness of what every single part of your body is doing at any give moment and how you wish it to interpret. No mind/body split there....it's almost a fusion....no, a spreading of the mind and spirit to every pore. Eerie almost. I've never had to such an extent. It's an incredible high. *shiver*
With that in mind, I've realized that I'm also attuned to touch much more than normal. People don't know how to touch each other. I'm so conscious of it and often no one else is. So there is this girl touching my arm in her drunken state, and it feels like a clamp to me. Some guy also tried to kiss my neck and I just about crawled out of my skin.
Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely love being touched. I'm just being observant about my experience and it's effect on me. I'm sure the bar atmosphere had something to do with it as well but I'm finding my awareness of my physical self absolutely fascinating. All my sensory and kineasthetic faculties are in overdrive. 200 klicks/hr babe!
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yumchen:
Ooh. Shogun might be a fun one to tackle this summer.
gemini216:
'the clamping' sensation that you referred to, for me, extends out way beyond touching. the way people act around me, even if i'm not involved, can really put me out. i guess it would also be similar to when a person is really not getting the hints that their end of the conversation is going on way too long or down a path that is not interesting. hmm.. you got me thinking about this.
