Comments on: The Only Thing Constant http://ofpleasure.com/2008/11/19/the-only-thing-constant/ A genderqueer fat queer poly switch exploring gender, sexuality, and the pitfalls of an overanalytical nature. Mon, 28 Nov 2011 09:07:40 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: The Femmeinist Fucktoy » November in a Glance http://ofpleasure.com/2008/11/19/the-only-thing-constant/comment-page-1/#comment-937 The Femmeinist Fucktoy » November in a Glance Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:44:37 +0000 http://ofpleasure.com/?p=1211#comment-937 [...] waxed a little philosophical with The Only Thing Constant which delved into my ideas about personality theory and [...] [...] waxed a little philosophical with The Only Thing Constant which delved into my ideas about personality theory and [...]

]]> By: chicory http://ofpleasure.com/2008/11/19/the-only-thing-constant/comment-page-1/#comment-938 chicory Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:11:13 +0000 http://ofpleasure.com/?p=1211#comment-938 I used to envision myself as the ocean -- full of so much diversity, always shifting and changing, able to be (almost) an entirely different person in different contexts, the way the pacific is different around Hawaii than around Oregon. But just the other day I realized that I'm settling into a form, now perhaps instead of the ocean, now I'm a sea: still full of diverse life and mutability, but more defined in my boundaries and reach. Whereas when I was younger this increased definition would have appalled me, now it brings me some comfort. I imagine that eventually I'll be a swamp, the everglades (which might be appropriate when I'm retired and living in Florida with the rest of the retirees...) <abbr><em>chicory’s last blog post: More on My Motherhood</em></abbr> I used to envision myself as the ocean — full of so much diversity, always shifting and changing, able to be (almost) an entirely different person in different contexts, the way the pacific is different around Hawaii than around Oregon. But just the other day I realized that I’m settling into a form, now perhaps instead of the ocean, now I’m a sea: still full of diverse life and mutability, but more defined in my boundaries and reach. Whereas when I was younger this increased definition would have appalled me, now it brings me some comfort. I imagine that eventually I’ll be a swamp, the everglades (which might be appropriate when I’m retired and living in Florida with the rest of the retirees…)

chicory’s last blog post: More on My Motherhood

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