I guess if I'm going to be in that circle I'll be learning more about other people's ladyparts.
You don't have to. I know almost nothing about my friends' parts, beyond knowing whether they have factory-original parts or reassignment (and that's just information, not firsthand knowledge).
I have vastly different boundaries than most of my friends, in that I don't want to know about their parts or what they do in bed (or elsewhere). And they probably think that's weird and prudish, but I don't give a crap. My friendship with people stops at their intimate lives, which may sound weird as hell given that we met through a kink group, but it is what it is. I am not partners with anyone but Tim, and his parts are the only parts I care to hear about or know on a personal basis.
(To be clear, I'm not surprised or offended when such talk happens. That would be like a vegan going to a steakhouse and being offended they serve steak. I know what kind of talk I'm likely to encounter, and that's fine. I just try to dodge and go ask my 5K buddy what races we're doing this year, or whatever.)
I don't want to actively know and I'm not seeking it out. It's just when you're across the table from someone and they are having a conversation with the person next to them things are overheard that I didn't really want to know. Or expected a thing that was labelled vanilla and not kinky. But it happened.
It's just when you're across the table from someone and they are having a conversation with the person next to them things are overheard that I didn't really want to know.
Fair enough. Those are the times I realize I need a refill/need to go to the bathroom/find someone I know will talk about their dogs for hours. (Pets, man. They're the great equalizer. You can divert virtually any conversation with "So, do you have any pictures of your dog/cat/heffalump?")
my ladyparts are not magical
Gateway to Narnia, yo.
Pushing aside the fur coats and everything? If there's a lamppost in there, I don't want to know. Though it might work as a reading light.
And then
Dang it, I forgot to turn my desktop crockpot on.
Wow, that IS magical. And so handy!
I love you all and you spicy magical brains!
I'm on a plane!!!!
Wow, that IS magical. And so handy!
If it was magical it would be able to turn itself on as needed.
Deliberately leaving that context ambiguous because it amuses me.
If it was magical it would be able to turn itself on as needed.
Wifi-enabled crockpots that you could turn on remotely would be AWESOME. (I won't always work from home [probably], so I think about these things.)
Daaaaaang. Truly, we live in a golden age.
If it was magical it would be able to turn itself on as needed.
I was thinking about lampposts, and immediately went to a refrigerator door place, then thought how handy an automatic light Down There could be. Like landing lights at the airport.
