I think PITA might be my new favorite acronym.

Sounds like life is hard. Maybe you need some seclusion to take your mind off the hardships. In the meantime, send the ladies my way. ;)

I like your bitch pants. They suit you.

I don’t know about pretty people complaining of being pretty or rich people complaining of being rich – I get (*so* get) how frustrating that can be. But I have had a lot of experience with people I think are very pretty going through destructive cycles because of body image; it’s hard to remember sometimes that we’re all a little fucked up. It drives me crazy when people don’t appreciate what they have, but at the same time I kind of suck at appreciating things too.

I have to say, seeing how you and M have evolved as a couple is kind of heartwarming. And it is awesome to see her taking care of herself.

Often when May is locked into self-destructive thought processes I react in the same way. A lot of our relationship is a learning process to discover just what “healthy” means for both of us.

’strue, y’know. Seriously, do you know what a PITA it is for me to try to have a conversation at work, what with the wimmin always drooling and starin’ at my package and fondlin’ my arms and such? And the touching! People are always wantin’ to touch me, like I’m some kind of toy or sumptin’.

And don’t even get me started on how difficult it is to make a decision about which ones I’m gonna have sex with. It’s hell, I’m tellin’ ya!

I don’t want pretty people telling me how hard it is to be pretty. Ever. Also rich people can not bother telling me how hard it is to have money.

Boo-hoos, is what I think.

(ooh – I appear to be wearing bitch pants today)

Actually, I very distinctly remember one time about 3 years ago, M and I were discussing her habit of dealing, or failing to deal with her diabetes. And instead of letting her deflect my concerns again, like I had so often, I told her “If you don’t care about yourself, why should I?”

…and I could see it sink in.

I’ve never had a particularly unattractive lover either, although neither do I often become involved with paradigms of beauty. For a very long time I figured I simply wasn’t attractive enough to date very attractive people, and by the time I’d realized I was wrong I had very different standards.

Glad you caught the reference.

Ha! Well said. I hope he found someone to connect with eventually. Tell him you reccomend e-dating ;).

When I was a young homo I had this incredibly beautiful, sweet boyfriend. But he wasn’t much brighter than a puppy. So I left: he may have walked in beauty but it wasn’t enough.

I’ve been lucky in an odd way. There are gender qualities that I perceive as beauty. I felt mad lust for my prior lover from the sound of his voice on the phone.

Oddly I’ve never had an unattractive lover. Gosh, I wonder why that is …