Scissors Style

The new apartment is almost completely put together which is most excellent. I have yet to unpack about five more boxes and I really hope that I find that box of black dildos because other than my jarred sauces idea, I think I will have a yard sale of everything I own and I am expecting them to fetch a high price. Most of them are slightly worn to worn but hey, I bet some people are into that. Speaking of sexual things, I am slowly realizing that I can talk about things and ask questions in my blog that I have always had but have been too nervous to ask. For instance, at rugby practice the other day, we were talking about double tackles and their uses next to the fringe on a ruck, and my friend G-net said that she always preferred to "be on top." This made everybody snicker because we are all so mature and it got me thinking. G-net, like most of my team, is a lesbian. She is quite well known for being horny at all times and going for girls much too young for her (shes like 35). But I was just thinking, how difficult it must be for lesbians to have a top and a bottom in sex. It would make so much more sense for it to be an even sort of distribution of side to side positioning. Unless one person "took care of" the other one and then visa versa. I don't know. It's probably pretty ignorant of me to say but I just don't quite have a good visual of top bottom lesbian sex (maybe a 69 position would work). Sometimes it feels odd being one of the only straight girls on the team, although the more people I get to know, I realize that there are more straight girls than I thought. This got me thinking, is this how lesbians feel all the time? Is it odd being the only gay girl in class? But I have thought for a while now and rejected this view. Yes, at times when sexual behaviors are being flaunted in public places, i.e at parties it probably feels odd to be the only gay girl, but for the most part in public I wouldn't say that other than advertising, sexual behaviors are flaunted at all (thank God). I mean, in a regular class guys dont slap me on the ass and and talk about how they can't help staring at my nipples because they are popping out of my tank top. I think I feel odd because lesbianism is such an intricate part of rugby culture, at least in the midwest. It comes into play at some point every practice. However, to be fair, since I am not in the minority I am sure that I don't notice subtle references to straight sex specifically every day, while possibly gay girls might. I am just saying that I don't feel like it is a similar situation as it would be if I were the only white girl in a class of black people. I think that would be a far more accurate "walking in another persons shoes" situation than the one that I have at practice.
On a completely different note. Sometimes, I am amazed at the differences between myself and my roommate. This morning, those differences were so stark that it was almost laughable. It began with her getting ready for school, which takes close to an hour. THis whole time I was laying in my bed relaxing reading some Vonnegut. She then came into my room and was like oh pleeeease give me a ride to class, so I proceeded to throw on some clothes, put on the socially necessary amount of deoderant, grabbed my sandals and my keys, and we hit the road. This took me approximately 7 minutes. When I came out of my room, I was wearing some clothes that I really dont like but I am forced to wear becasue I am completely out of clean casual clothes. The shirt especially looked stupid on me. She sees me and is like "oooooo I loooove that shirt. That's my favorite shirt you own!!!! Oh and I love your whole look you look just like me with your black pants and sandals!" Puke on the floor, I hope I die before I start to dress like that every day. Then in the car, I turn on the radio and its stupid Jack Johnson singing his most recent gay hit (I only like maybe 4 Jack Johnson songs) and I am about to change the station when she is like "ooooo I love Jack Johnson in the morning. He is so cheery!" So we keep it on. I am laughing in my head by now. Then lastly, she treats me to a 7 minute talk on how she hates being late for class and how she is so excited about her law class but she doesnt understand anything they debate about and how she has to read the WHOLE CONSTITUTION for next week and how cool that is. And all this time, I am just amazed that we can even function in the same space, that we get along the way we do. I am so thankful that we do, I really am. But I am consistantly late for class, I dread class debates and I usually end up saying one thing and then leaving kind of early, because if there is one sure thing about public universities, its that classroom debates which could have been good, get ruined by the three idiots in the class who can't make arguments in an orderly fashion and the one guy who keeps bringing the argument back around so it becomes this ridiculous cyclical thought and the proferssor who is just pumped that SOMEONE is interested in the topic eats it all up. Oh and then theres the middle aged lady who begins every argument with "well from myyy experience..."
So yea, speaking of class, I am definately going to sit in on one of those classes I mentioned in an earlier blog. I am going to figure out which one today. I miss learning and I miss feeling that unwarranted sense of superiority to everyone in my class (just kidding but kinda not). Thats all for now.