Crush On You

I think I have a crush on one of my friends. I say this because I am experiencing the urge to make her things, which is always a sign of infatuation with me.

This is the kind of crush where you want to be around the person and have them tell you how cool you are without necessarily having a sexual component; for me the sex bits are generally reserved for male crush objects--I mean, I've had sex with a woman, and it's not necessarily relevant how many X chromosomes are in the cells of the finger on my clit, if you know what I mean, but as a general rule women don't do it for me. But the point is that this is the kind of crush adolescents get, generally on older teens but sometimes on adults, the kind that led to the romantic friendship phenomenon of the 19th century (Wikipedia has a nice précis on this, if you care to look it up.)

Of course, I'm gonna be 32 in a few months, so I'm unclear as to why I still get these crushes. Fortunately she has a birthday coming up, so I have an excuse.

Gone Away, Oh Gone Away

It popped out Saturday morning, with a little bit of help. Basically all that was holding it in was a bunch of crud that hadn't solidified into actual skin yet, so it didn't hurt at all. And thus endeth the great piercing experiment. Think I'll just stick with my ears from now on.

Losing You

Looks like my estimate of a month was wildly optimistic; the second nipple ring's going to be out before the weekend's over at the rate it's going. It's not outside the realm of possibility that it'll pop tonight, in fact. At least I'll get to stop worrying about it.

And, of course, my period is starting, just in time for the weekend which is when I generally get laid. Sometimes being female is less fun than one might hope. On the other hand at least I don't have to mess around with maintaining my place in the male hierarchy at all times, so it's fair enough.

Steely Knives

I think it's official; the nipple piercing thing is a bust--pun most definitely intended. I got them done about two and a half, three years ago because Luke's got a thing for piercings and I figured the nipples were a good place; they're not visible to the general public, they've got a sexual connotation, and most importantly they were not my clit, which is what he was lobbying for. No, no, a thousand times no.

They never healed right in the first place; I don't know if it was my fault for not doing the right care or if I was just unlucky. Then, about 18 months after the piercing, I noticed that the right one was not producing crud anymore but that I could see the ring through the skin. And a few weeks later the last little bit of skin broke and the ring dropped out. Annoying as hell, being lopsided.

The other one stayed in, though still occasionally cruddy or bloody, but about three weeks ago I observed that it too has gotten much closer to the surface, a process which has continued. I think it's got about another month before it goes; I'd take it out myself but I'm afraid of getting an abcess so I'm thinking of letting nature take its course.

Ah well, at least we'll be able to use the nipple clamps again.