tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post3223877063001916124..comments2023-05-02T01:13:15.498-07:00Comments on Grace Undressed: the light in the afternoonGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13246990884639753146noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-50584444060459767882008-06-09T13:57:00.000-07:002008-06-09T13:57:00.000-07:00Electrified ether is never enough, even when it's ...Electrified ether is never enough, even when it's great.<BR/><BR/>I agree with Pamela about C. I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, do tell *him* to go get naked. I feel a little weird even saying this, since it's not my call at all and I have no say in it, but I do feel better saying it once than not at all.<BR/><BR/>It seems like you are growing Grace and these are the pains and doubts that come with it. It's a good thing. This time, I think the pain might really be telling you you are still alive.<BR/><BR/>Love from Zurich,<BR/><BR/>AnnaAnnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02195691752387854384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-87999050216017181412008-06-09T10:32:00.000-07:002008-06-09T10:32:00.000-07:00I wrote a comment and it disappeared...basically i...I wrote a comment and it disappeared...basically it said,<BR/>I can relate to what your feeling.<BR/>When clubs went from table dances to lap dances-<BR/>I ran and hid in a bikini bar till I was strong enough to wear blinders and command my own game in a room full of women doing way more (physically) than I would, for way less than I was asking.<BR/>the first paragraph here is about the blinders I wore:<BR/><BR/>http://i-muse.livejournal.com/14000.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-83222405401625837372008-06-08T15:13:00.000-07:002008-06-08T15:13:00.000-07:00Great post as always. It's "taut," not "taught."Y...Great post as always. It's "taut," not "taught."<BR/><BR/>You'll come out of it. (((hugs))) or ... good wishes, since you don't want to be touched.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-78203667993680033742008-06-08T14:40:00.000-07:002008-06-08T14:40:00.000-07:00That part where you talk about the things associat...That part where you talk about the things associated with going in (getting coffee, the parking lot) to dance is great. For some reason, it evokes a certain sort of... alcoholism. I'm not an alcoholic. I have no idea what it's like. But I've always thought that somewhere in the mind, before that person takes that first swig, there is a feeling like that, "Here I go again, driving in to work." And there's nothing you can do to stop it because, god damn it, someone's gotta pay the bills.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01640031109014198835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-10109867514074875302008-06-08T10:20:00.000-07:002008-06-08T10:20:00.000-07:00Grace, what do you like to read?Grace, what do you like to read?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-30866908076034091482008-06-07T15:10:00.000-07:002008-06-07T15:10:00.000-07:00"To everything there is a season, and a time to ev..."To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven."<BR/><BR/>You don't need anyone else to validate your feelings. They are what they are. Listen to them. You are the only you you have, and your experience is yours alone. If it's time to move on, it's time to move on. Only you can decide, and it appears that you have. What more is there to say?<BR/><BR/>If C. says a word crosswise, tell him to go make $1,000 next weekend if he wants it so bad. Dammit, he didn't get engaged to a stripper or to $1,000 per weekend. He got engaged to you. And if you think it's time to move on, that's it.Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16064138668711695931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-71742432003363325582008-06-07T12:54:00.000-07:002008-06-07T12:54:00.000-07:00yes. Craving touch is basic, human... the loss of ...yes. Craving touch is basic, human... the loss of that triggers something. Put on some music in your apartment and dance free for yourself. dance like an indian.Babbit the Rabbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02105883763009739796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-60002508463571977162008-06-07T12:51:00.000-07:002008-06-07T12:51:00.000-07:00Stripping/Dancing should be looked at and consider...Stripping/Dancing should be looked at and considered in many ways a professional contact sport. Very close to prize fighting in many ways.<BR/><BR/>It takes skill and training/conditioning etc.. (if done well) and you're body is your main commerce. There can be alot of wear and tear, both physically and mentally/emotionally, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly. <BR/><BR/>But just like any athletes and fighters, there comes a time when you have to hang up the gloves. Some have to hang them up sooner than others for various reasons,.. <BR/><BR/>There will always be the desire on some level for the surreal rush and thrill and ego boost that come from the good times.. Fighters and athletes NEVER SHUT UP about the old days, when they used to play, or fight,.. It's often looked at as some of the best times of their life, as well as the most trying. <BR/><BR/>But then the question comes; "So why don't you fight/play anymore??. Why'd you quit?" Almost always; "Couldn't take the punches anymore.. couldn't take hits." or " I just didn't enjoy getting hit anymore." Or "My body couldn't take it any more." <BR/><BR/>They still get excited seeing someone else doing it and enjoying it,.. And part of them still years for the good parts.. And often wish they could still go.. That's part of life.<BR/><BR/>There always comes a time, for some sooner, some later,.. where pain punishment and fatigue outweighs the fun and rush and payoff that make it worthwhile.. And it just isn't fun anymore.. <BR/><BR/>"They just don't want to be touched anymore", "they just can't take the hits".<BR/><BR/>There's nothing to be embarrassed about. And it doesn't need to be any kind of statement about the industry as a whole or other dancers or their choices.. Boxer's and most athletes.. still love their sports, and respect the people playing.. It's just no longer for them. I would imagine this is the same.<BR/><BR/>Just like when we are young we want to date, and play drama, and breakup and "go with" other people every couple of weeks.. We get older, or something changes.. and it ins't fun any more.. we want other things.. <BR/><BR/>Maybe that's just where you are. <BR/><BR/>Oh. And I'm sure C. understands. Or perhaps its better if he doesn't need to understand and just supports you. <BR/><BR/>If he doesn't.. that'd be really bad news, and he wouldn't be anything like the person you've though he was for years now.. <BR/><BR/>And he'd need a righteous ass kicking. <BR/><BR/>But I doubt that's the case.FAU5TU5https://www.blogger.com/profile/04597715726293361961noreply@blogger.com