My Aunt, Grandma, and Grandpa, about 3 hours ago.
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07 December 2011 @ 08:56 pm
10 September 2011 @ 10:46 pm
If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?
Short answer: Oh, probably masturbate, like a lot of people before me said. After all, the opportunity to experience sexual pleasure from the point of view of both sexes is the kind of thing only mythological characters have ever had a chance to do, and the opportunity to become a modern Tiresias is too valuable to pass up.
Long answer: It depends on how it happens and the scale to which it happened. For example, would the switch just be a genital switch? Or would it involve different bone structure (as boys and girls tend to have different bone structure)? And what about hair? Having more or less hair doesn't define one as a woman (just look at Lori Petty or the Bearded Woman from circuses), but socially, the amount of hair a person has and where they have it is related to how they're treated in society. I thought about this a lot in bed, and figured there are two scenarios where such a switch could take place:
Scenario 1: I wake up tomorrow morning, magically transformed into a girl, which includes primarily a switch to the full female genital apparatus and the growth of mammaries. It may also include a change in bone structure or how much hair I have, but whether that change occurs is irrelevant to the scenario. As a sudden, unexplainable, magical, and unexpected transformation, it would be necessarily traumatic. After calling out for work, as with any scenario in which the rules of physics as I knew them were broken (when I was little, I thought about that a lot while reading Choose Your Own Adventure Books, many of which were weird things happen like waking up as a fly or turning into an alien), the first thing I'd do is call the free press. By that I mean whoever my local news was, seeing as I live in America and with freedom of the press I'd at least not have to worry about government restriction of the news. Plus, there are two reasons this is the first thing I'd do. First, going to the press ensures that the information of my transformation would quickly get to whoever might be able to help me, even if, as a magical transformation, such help might be limited. Second, such news of the very breakage of everything normal people take to be possible would deserve to be shared. It'd have a worldwide effect, and increase the worldwide interest in miracles and curses. It'd also have a definite religious effect, both for me personally and for the people of the world. My atheism is built on the cornerstone that magic and the supernatural don't exist in reality. If something were to demonstrate that magic and the supernatural did exist, it would obviously shake my faith. As for other people, while plenty of other people don't believe in the supernatural, the religious necessarily have to believe in the supernatural to some degree, but such an obvious magical change in reality, and recent reality at that (Christian theology seems to assume a weakening of divine power, as Jesus was able to raise the dead, walk on water, and perform mass alchemy, whereas miracles today are either doubtful miracles like someone unlikely to recover from a disease recovering, or minor miracles like the image of Jesus being burnt onto a telephone pole) would have profound influence on world religion, an influence that might not even be possible to anticipate. The news satisfied, the next place for me would be the hospital, or perhaps a university. There, I'd submit to test after test to determine exactly how much my body was changed down to the chemical level, and scientists trying to make their best guess for how something like this could happen without invoking the supernatural. As for me, the day would mostly involve crying. I'd be living in a body that is not mine, and have no way of knowing that the effect was temporary. It would be like a castration, except more weird, as people have been castrated before, but no one has ever completely switched genitals, and the gender reassignments of today are skillful, but a poor mockup of the real thing. I probably wouldn't even touch my new genitals except maybe to see what they feel like and certainly not masturbate. After a day of crying and emotional trauma, I'd go to bed, probably in a hospital bed, and be monitored throughout the night. When my body magically changed back to the way it was, this time there'd be things monitoring me, and the magical nature of the change would be more evident. I'd wake up as myself, but traumatized, and as an internationally known person. I'd then probably write a journal about exactly what happened the previous day to share it with the world. The world afterward would be changed, and altogether more superstitious and religious. As for me, I’d be traumatized and be the center of world curiosity, debate, and fear. I don't think this is what the writer's block was getting at with today's topic, but realistically, if I woke up tomorrow as a woman, the results would be traumatizing and world-changing.
Scenario 2: It's the near future, and scientists have created an injection that can temporarily switch a person's gender in 8 hours, but which wears off 24 hours after the initial injection, after which natural genetic physiology reasserts itself in another 8 hours. It was originally developed to combat gender identity disorder, but has since gone on the market as a legal recreational drug. In this scenario, there's no supernatural, instant change, just a relatively speedy but realistically slow change in the number and function of many cells in my body to a different configuration. Let's say that in this scenario, the result is that if I took the injection on Saturday night, my body would transform as I slept and when I woke up 8 hours later, my genitals would be switched, I'd grow boobs, and my skeletal structure was changed, as my structure as it is now is very masculine, but does nothing to change my hair. So, I'd assume that by this point I'd have an apartment of my own and a different job, so I'd plan the change for a time when I know I'd have two days off, so all the effects could be reversed by the time I got back to work. I'd inject myself with the chemicals on Friday night, go to bed, then wake up a woman. The first things I'd do would be to check myself in the mirror, check how everything feels, then maybe take a few pictures. Then I'd shave pretty much everything but my head, take a shower, then put on girl clothes I assume I'd have bought earlier, and a wig. Then I'd take my wallet and a good amount of money and go to the mall, to really experience what it'd like to be a woman on a shopping binge. I'd probably try on clothes, get my nails done, and try perfume and makeup, despite being the kind of things I'd never do as a guy, but just for the fun of it. After that, I'd go home and have some fun. I'd probably play with myself sexually inside and out in all manners I could imagine, maybe even using a dildo. I think I'd probably try out Chatroulette and find out what it's like not to be Nexted every 10 seconds. And I'd look at porn and experience what it's like to have a female orgasm. Then I'd have dinner (I don't know what, except that I'd probably have cheesecake for dessert. I've heard woman love cheesecake) and watch a chick flick on DVD (or whatever format movies come in this scenario), then remove my makeup and go to bed. As my male physiology reasserted itself, I'd probably return most of what I bought and never get the injection again. Because, and I've thought about this quite a bit over the years, I'm not only comfortable being a guy, I LIKE being a guy. I LIKE having external genitals and not getting periods, not having to worry about boobs, and doing almost all the things society says guys should do - wear sturdy clothes (girl clothes tends to be flimsier), play violent video games, enjoy science fiction media, play airsoft (I've only seen one airsoft player before that was a girl), and have a stiff upper lip when hardship comes my way rather than complaining about it. Sure, some of those things I could still do as a girl, but they tend not to be expected of girls, and I'd be an outlier with my interests as a girl. The only thing I draw the line at is sports, and with only a few exceptions, I tend to hate watching or participating in sports, and that seems to be more of a feminine trait than a masculine one.
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Blur - Girls And Boys
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26 May 2011 @ 08:36 pm
Do you collect anything? If so, what do you collect, and what made you start your collection?
Computer games. The bulk of them are after 1996. I never conciously decided to collect them, but I've loved playing computer games since I was little, so I ended up getting a significant collection - though I've disowned, lost, or given away some of them over the years, so the number for years has hovered around 100. I keep a list of which ones I own and whether I finished them or not in an Excel document. Currently, I have 90 games in the list.
26 May 2011 @ 08:33 pm
It really depends on the mood I'm in. I have a lot of favorite lines from favorite songs, with lines and songs coming and going in relevance as my situation changes.
Currently, I think my favorite line from a song is "A still more glorious dawn awaits, not a sunrise, but a galaxyrise. A morning filled with 400,000,000,000 suns. The Rising of the milky way." It's a line from Carl Sagan 'A Glorious Dawn' ft Stephen Hawking.
A close second is "Nobody knows, what's gonna happen tomorrow/ we try not to show, how frightened we are." and "We've got to believe it'll be alright in the end" from Duran Duran - What Happends Tomorrow.
26 May 2011 @ 08:28 pm