not dead, just resting
Monday, June 13th, 2011 17:59![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sofiavioletNotes
... oops? Kind of fell off the face of the earth there. I've been fine, just busy.Question
For how many days after having an IUD inserted can one expect to have cramps? (IUD went in Tuesday evening. By Friday, I was down from NSAIDs-like-clockwork to NSAIDs-as-needed, but I'm still having to take something at least once a day. Seems to still be in place and I have had no bleeding/spotting whatsoever, so I am not worried, just annoyed.)Training
The BARCC Survivor Speakers Bureau training went well, and it wasn't nearly as exhausting as I had budgeted (which is good because, A) Ellie double-booked herself and couldn't pick me up after, and B) I felt semi-obligated to go to the BTNG munch afterwards because it was a friend's first munch). Another of the trainees (there were 10 of us) was someone I knew from elsewhere, and we had Fourburgers after because we were starving.We spent a lot of time discussing the typical format of speaking engagements, self-care, and answering audience questions. We also heard from two current speakers. We did some writing - I think it was supposed to be more bullet-point, but I came up with a full narrative - and then split the group in half for a practice session. Everyone got to tell their story once, get some feedback, and take a couple of sample questions.
I should practice the out-loud telling part more - I am excellent at telling my story without losing my cool, but there were things I left out and I have no sense of time. And not just because I should, in general: I have been invited to join the Bureau and receive BARCC-vetted speaking engagements, as of earlier today. :)
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So, our model divided attraction into four components: romantic, sexual, emotional, and kinky. Following this post on Hacking the Heart, I’m going to add a fifth: sensual attraction.
thefourthvine: The Women Men Won't See The first time I tried to go into a comic book store without my boyfriend, I discovered that I had a superpower in the comic book world. I was invisible. I could not get anyone to acknowledge that I existed. There were guys behind the counter, yes, but they kept up their argument about Green Lantern while I stood in front of them. I had to interrupt, finally, to ask my question, and then I discovered my second superpower: I had a wall of silence surrounding me. They exchanged glances, gestured vaguely to the back of the store, and went right back to their argument. I left without finding the book I'd come for, but that's just as well; I don't think, based on future experiences, I could have gotten them to take my money if I'd found it.
synecdochic: IP logging, internet privacy, geolocation, and you: facts to consider But please, if you are going to contact LJ protesting this feature, be aware of what it is that you're truly saying. I happen to think that LJ providing geolocation data on logged IP addresses is creepy and intrusive, because it forces everyone who logs IP addresses to see (and possibly remember) that data, whereas before they would have to proactively look up the information. (Unless they happen to be one of those people who have a database in their head; I do know some people who can pinpoint ISP from IP address, from having worked in networking for way too long, and I'm sure that some of them can also do geolocation; I've known ISP employees who know the geolocation data for their ISP's netblocks, for instance.) It's one thing for me to be able to find out that you live in Austin, Texas, by noting the IP address that you regularly comment from and running it through a geolocation database; it's another for me to be told that you're commenting from Austin, TX without having to go look it up.
marina: No words, no words, no words This isn't new, not the appropriation in general, and not the particular phenomenon of random Westerners setting up blogs and pretending to be Middle Easterners. I'm just. I usually take my anger and keep it offline, keep it out of this journal, and bring it to my real life friends instead. It's hard to talk about this productively. But just. No words.
