Here's Mud in Yer Eye!

Samira over at Round The Fire is taking a stab at the "100 Things About Me" blogmeme. I saw one today that bears commenting on...

85. I once had to leave the room while a bunch of my friends were watching straight porn out of fear that I'd throw up (it was a birthday party--hey, you're eighteen! Let's all gather together and watch your first legal porn, and critique the actors!). I guess this is where the 'it's more fun than it looks' part comes in, but I just don't see how anyone can watch the money shot and not get sick.

I'm not foolish enough to try and reason a lesbian out of her distaste for a spunk-shot. Some people get into it, Some don't.

As far as the 'getting ill' part goes, though, I just can't relate. Sooner or later in your life you're going to have to deal with a friend yakking their guts up while you hold their hair out of the mess (or keep them from falling in the bowl), or you'll need to change a stanky diaper, or treat a nosebleed. All have a common factor. The mess washes away. Sure, some fluids are more odiferous, and kinda nasty, but unless we're talking about blood-borne virii, nothing is permanent. You grits your teeth, and ya does what needs doin'!

That being said, given my druthers, I'd just as soon NOT have the Clarice Starling moisturizer treatment, thank ya very much!

As long as I'm on the subject, let me comment on a couple of others...

83. I have never actually been to a Christian church service. I've thought about going, just out of curiosity, but I've always felt like that would be too disrespectful.

Nah, go ahead and go. Slip in right as it starts, sit in the back, and dash out afterwards, if you don't want to run the gauntlet of the Welcome Wagon. Nothing disrespectful about learning about another faith. I'd dress up a bit, though! Maybe start on the low-impact part of the scale, like a Unitarian Church. Methodists and Presbyterians are pretty low key. Getting hit with a Catholic or Episcopal Mass right off the bat might put you off the experience, as would a Southern Baptist bible-thumpathon.

93. I grew up around lots of knives and guns. I've never shot anything I wasn't aiming at, and I can count the number of times I've accidently cut myself on one hand.

Heheh. I slice myself open all the time. When you fidget a lot, and have lots of sharp things around, the claret will drip upon occasion! I've never gotten stitches, though!