The Weirdness Of You

Let your freak flag fly.

The hardest thing to do is to find someone who loves your weirdness.

This week I initiated another person into FetLife. My Friday date has a pantyhose and toe fetish and before coming over, he put in very specific requests for dark red toenail polish and nude pantyhose/stockings. I asked him if he had a profile on Fet. He had to look it up! I would not be surprised if he suddenly appeared. However, his fetish does not seem to be hardcore – he enjoys other acts as well, thank goodness. Main reason: I’m not a foot model. In fact, some have called my feet “Flintstone feet,” not exactly drool-worthy. All of this week I have been soaking, scrubbing and grinding away calluses because I was very aware that these toes could end up in his mouth – and they did.

As far as fetishes go, his is pretty harmless. However, I still had to accommodate him and find pantyhose and nail polish. I didn’t give him a list of anything that I required. But so far, he has won points with me because he isn’t telling me that I’m not doing “enough” to get better, or making me feel like a loser for not being able to work or really, just leave the apartment for more than 30 minutes. He also didn’t freak out when I told him that I had to wear wigs. That one is a big one! The real test will be to see if he sticks around and/or comes back again in the near future.

Something strange is happening with my body. I’ve been dealing with these crazy symptoms since my shunt failed on April 10th, but for the past three days without changing my medications, diet or supplements, I have been able to be upright for hours. HOURS. Like a normal person. I’m still having some issues with vertigo, but the pressure isn’t so strong on my brain that my face becomes paralyzed like it usually does when I’ve been upright for 30 minutes.

I honestly don’t know if the change is because it’s not terribly hot or cold. I don’t know if it’s because the humidity is relatively low for this part of the country at this time. I don’t know if it’s because the air pressure is at a certain level and is holding steady. I don’t have a clue.

But because I don’t feel like I’m dying, I suddenly have energy – at least, I’m back at fibromyalgia-style energy. I feel guilty for not getting in my car, which is currently being stored at my sister’s house and being prepared to be sold, to go to a concert, or the library, or the grocery store. I want to go out on dates like a real person! I have even thought about working because when I have this energy zinging through me, I hate to be idle. (Honestly, that’s what gets me into trouble. I either get really vocal on Facebook or I chat up a bunch of men on OKCupid.) But I don’t know why this is happening, and I don’t know how long it’s going to last.

My reminder of that is the notice I got from Metro Mobility letting me know I am eligible to use it until May of 2019. It’s a service set up through the bus system in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area for people with disabilities who can’t use regular buses. Normally I can only take the bus if my aunt rides with me and takes care of the fare as well as keeping an eye out for our stop because I can’t see well enough. I have to ride the short bus now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for this service. I just really like my independence and, you know, being able to see, and using this emphasizes just how handicapped I am and what I have had to give up.

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In another nod to normalcy, I just got a message on OKCupid from a guy who is seven years younger than me who claims to be “long and thick just for [me].” I did specify in my profile that I didn’t want to receive any penis pictures. At least he stuck to the rules and described it instead?? I replied and told him his DNA determined his length and girth, and has nothing to do with me.

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3 thoughts on “The Weirdness Of You

  1. Yay lots of yays in this post. Enjoy the normalcy, but don’t make the mistake of using up all your energy in one go! Im so good at doing that! Ive never met a chap with a foot fetish. My Grandmother always told me I had lovely feet.lol…. Okay Grandma. Bless her soul. My feet NEVER smell. Ive never ever had smelly feet. True story ! For the chap seven years younger. I once slept with a guy who was rather large, too large. I don’t particularly like really long or thick penis’s. They’re painful and you always have to be careful…that’s my experience anyway!!!!

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    • Yes, I know I have to be careful, just in case my body decides to give me a big middle finger! And oh, you lucky girl – I bet you can buy shoes at regular stores. As for the yahoo at the end, he had the balls to tell me how I should turn him down. Seriously, why does HE think he can teach ME etiquette – he was the one waiving his penis in my face! (And yes, the big ones are scary, and because of the ubiquity of porn, all of the owners of those act like they don’t have to do anything besides lay there and have an elephant penis. Drives me bonkers – plus yeah, the pain.)

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      • Man, my body gave me two middle fingers today, holy moly lol. shits rough. Wow about the yahoo at the end, he sounds like a classy guy haha. Yes the guy I slept with with the elephant trunk was very lazy, and boring. And told me stories about his penis and other vaginas. Was just lovely loool

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