you’re not as unique as you think

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One of the
most comforting things in the world to me, when I remember to tear my
gaze up out of my navel and consider that my perspective is not the
only perspective in town, is the fact that…well, basically what I just said. That
mine is not the only one. That my problems are not the only problems,
my difficulties are hardly the worst ever of all the difficulties ever
dreamed up by a malevolent god, and my insecurities are nothing new
under the sun.

Sometimes I cannot embrace my flaws and I just flat out-loathe my
thighs. Lots of people do. Lots of people have problems with their
bodies. Lots of people are self-conscious being naked in front of their
mirrors and being naked in front of someone else, and none of us, as it
turns out, is alone.



I think that’s why I like this map of sexual proclivities so much–it’s by no means comprehensive, but wow,
the gamut of human (and other) sexuality is represented, and wow, does
it span the spectrum with great robustness and enthusiasm and
quirkiness. And wow, there is so much that people are interested in
doing to one another’s bodies, and finding yourself on the map,
there–that puts you in good company with just about every other human
on earth. We think our sexual weirdnesses are weird, but no. They’re
just a pit-stop on the way to an even wider world of desire and aerobic (and anaerobic in the case of autoasphixiation, I
guess) activities.

It’s always a pleasure to remember that we’re not unique–we go to such
trouble to be special snowflakes sometimes, and end up making ourselves
crazy in the process. Sometimes, considering yourself, your wants and
needs and problems, against a backdrop of all the billions of people in
the world makes you feel small, ridiculous, insignificant. Sometimes,
that’s exactly what you need.

  2 comments for “you’re not as unique as you think

  1. Punchy
    October 24, 2008 at 12:17 pm

    It’s totally unrelated but I just remembered I forgot to sign the postcard story I sent you! My husband was just asking “whatever happened to that psychotic postcard you sent someone?”

  2. Punchy
    October 24, 2008 at 12:18 pm

    It’s totally unrelated but I just remembered I forgot to sign the postcard story I sent you! My husband was just asking “whatever happened to that psychotic postcard you sent someone?”

    So yeah.. that was me with the people at the vending machine. :)

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