flexagon | Things I don't identify with

Good yoga class last night. I had lots of energy, and easily did a thing where we did a backbend with toes against the wall, then walked partway up the wall with our feet and kicked over. A neat thing, I thought. Thing with no name, when can I do you again?

I'm reading Gail Sheehy's book Passages. I have no trouble believing that life will hold more turmoil, and indeed that I'll want to change a lot of things about my life every 10 years or so, and that my times of inner growth won't always mesh harmoniously with HLM's. But the relationships between men and women that she depicts as normal are absolutely sickening me; also, it would appear based on my experience of adult life so far that I'm a man myself. Confusing and annoying... no matter how hard I look I can't find a penis down there... or maybe just far too indicative of 70s culture. I asked HLM last night how he thought it would feel to him if I wasn't working and was totally dependent on his income, and he blinked a few times and said "Ever wonder what it would be like to have a third arm, and where you'd put it and what it would feel like to touch it?"

Touche. I can't imagine it either. Beyond inducing freaky power-balance problems in a relationship, that sort of thing just doesn't seem necessary anymore.