Update:
Well it looks like I will be undergoing laser eye surgery this Easter holiday to get my myopia fixed for the long term. No more glasses, no more lenses, no more saline solution, no more hassle.
On top of which, my parents have thrown in a trip to our 'sommarhus', our summer country house in Sweden for me to recover in.
Which is a good and bad thing. More bad than good. Good in that it's nature, and clean air and all that country goodness.
Bad in that I am a city person and a VISUAL person foremost and since I will be lacking both during the recovery period (I will essentially be blind for the first few days and will have my parents to guide me around and feed me and stuff)...well...
No TV (no great loss),
No PC games and surfing internet (GREAT loss!),
No reading (painful and irritating before enough healing has been done)...
...and stuck in a country house with just my parent's for company. Wonderful folk that they are....but I think my nerves will be quite frayed.
***
On the other hand, perhaps I can get to see my friends there in Sweden. The summer house is - inconveniently, it feels at times - located on the west coast of Sweden while all my friends are in Stockholm located on the east coast...
....but if I heal fast enough....
...who knows....
***
Incidentally, this is my first ever surgery. I'm not nervous now, but I will be when it becomes an in your face reality.
My Dad asked me in an eMail if I would consider still going through with the surgery even though he wouldn't be able to be there. I told him that if my eyes exploded, what exactly is he supposed to do? I would hope that it is the nurses and doctors around me who run around trying to fix me!
Besides, there will never be a better time than now. Can't sit around waiting for the 'right moment'.
The question above was really more for my Mom's sake, who herself, has never seen either her son or daughter go under scalpel or laser. She'll be more nervous than me.
***
The Sexual Life of Catherine M. continues to intrigue me. And is an arousing text to be sure. Surprising at times. I have never met or heard of any woman who didn't emit the slightest offence or shame at referring to herself as a 'spunk bag'. Nor one who saw nothing wrong or degrading about being a sort of unique social force in swinger circles in Paris. Essentially, she'd be taken in a car to various locations with some measure of privacy but still public - under the bleachers at a sports stadium, a multi-level carpark, a bench in a park or in the middle of a swinger house party - and there taken in turns by 20 to 40 men, many of whom she would later meet or know in her professional life. She enjoyed sucking cock and claimed to be gifted at it. She liked having one cock fucking her, one in her mouth and an insistent one against her neck and another or more prodding her around her body awaiting it's turn. And this is the language she uses too. And she ties it all together with her artistic side - she came to be one Paris's most important art critics and wrote and published magazines - and a sort of pragmatic amoral philosophy. She refers to the study of space in architecture, social stigmas, the many different kinds of men she's known and why and how they become a part of her...as well as her own stab at sexual psychology, inventing terms like 'couple culture'.
To be honest I feel like I can't believe it. It's a lifestyle whose most blatant part I've only seen in terms of Annabel Chong and Houston.
It's because I don't understand it, that I read it more...
Well it looks like I will be undergoing laser eye surgery this Easter holiday to get my myopia fixed for the long term. No more glasses, no more lenses, no more saline solution, no more hassle.
On top of which, my parents have thrown in a trip to our 'sommarhus', our summer country house in Sweden for me to recover in.
Which is a good and bad thing. More bad than good. Good in that it's nature, and clean air and all that country goodness.
Bad in that I am a city person and a VISUAL person foremost and since I will be lacking both during the recovery period (I will essentially be blind for the first few days and will have my parents to guide me around and feed me and stuff)...well...
No TV (no great loss),
No PC games and surfing internet (GREAT loss!),
No reading (painful and irritating before enough healing has been done)...
...and stuck in a country house with just my parent's for company. Wonderful folk that they are....but I think my nerves will be quite frayed.
***
On the other hand, perhaps I can get to see my friends there in Sweden. The summer house is - inconveniently, it feels at times - located on the west coast of Sweden while all my friends are in Stockholm located on the east coast...
....but if I heal fast enough....
...who knows....
***
Incidentally, this is my first ever surgery. I'm not nervous now, but I will be when it becomes an in your face reality.
My Dad asked me in an eMail if I would consider still going through with the surgery even though he wouldn't be able to be there. I told him that if my eyes exploded, what exactly is he supposed to do? I would hope that it is the nurses and doctors around me who run around trying to fix me!
Besides, there will never be a better time than now. Can't sit around waiting for the 'right moment'.
The question above was really more for my Mom's sake, who herself, has never seen either her son or daughter go under scalpel or laser. She'll be more nervous than me.
***
The Sexual Life of Catherine M. continues to intrigue me. And is an arousing text to be sure. Surprising at times. I have never met or heard of any woman who didn't emit the slightest offence or shame at referring to herself as a 'spunk bag'. Nor one who saw nothing wrong or degrading about being a sort of unique social force in swinger circles in Paris. Essentially, she'd be taken in a car to various locations with some measure of privacy but still public - under the bleachers at a sports stadium, a multi-level carpark, a bench in a park or in the middle of a swinger house party - and there taken in turns by 20 to 40 men, many of whom she would later meet or know in her professional life. She enjoyed sucking cock and claimed to be gifted at it. She liked having one cock fucking her, one in her mouth and an insistent one against her neck and another or more prodding her around her body awaiting it's turn. And this is the language she uses too. And she ties it all together with her artistic side - she came to be one Paris's most important art critics and wrote and published magazines - and a sort of pragmatic amoral philosophy. She refers to the study of space in architecture, social stigmas, the many different kinds of men she's known and why and how they become a part of her...as well as her own stab at sexual psychology, inventing terms like 'couple culture'.
To be honest I feel like I can't believe it. It's a lifestyle whose most blatant part I've only seen in terms of Annabel Chong and Houston.
It's because I don't understand it, that I read it more...
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