I need a female perspective

Vermilion said:
i find it interesting that you use the word 'jump'... does that mean you would like to be jumped?
Depends on whose doin' the jumpin! :devil:
 
Vermilion said:
is that an invitation?
I'm trying to decide what the Freudian response to that would be:
1) "Do you think it's an invitation?"
2) "Do you want it to be an invitation?"
3) "Why do you ask?"

:cool:
 
3113 said:
I'm trying to decide what the Freudian response to that would be:
1) "Do you think it's an invitation?"
2) "Do you want it to be an invitation?"
3) "Why do you ask?"

:cool:
4) "Your mother wants you to jump me."
5) "Your mother jumped me."
6) "Let's jump your mother."
 
3113 said:
I'm trying to decide what the Freudian response to that would be:
1) "Do you think it's an invitation?"
2) "Do you want it to be an invitation?"
3) "Why do you ask?"

:cool:


But I would have to respond by asking you why you feel the need to question me...?

x
V

... if we're playing *that* game...
 
figarojonez said:
I'm sure women can have body issues, but I don't need to read, or fall back on writing about them looking at themselves nude in the mirror and being proud of their budding breasts (which seems to pop up with striking regularity) ...

God bless you for eschewing the dreaded mirror scene. :D
 
At close to 40 years old, I have lived a total of six years apart from my mother, two of those years she was in a townhouse in the same complex.

She spent many years of my adolescence and early "adulthood" (in age only) working her ass off making sure I didn't off myself, either deliberately or by accident. She took care of me, she supported me - I have heard more than once that she told my Dad to leave (at the beginning of my difficulties) because of me.

In my early 20's I did have a psychotic break (after my first year completely separate from her) and guess what - back home to mom where I stayed until I married.

There was a great deal of resentment on my part. A great deal of guilt trips from her (I just want you to be happy - can't you see how you are hurting yourself?). She had a great deal of control and involvement in my life, and after I recovered I rebelled as hard as I thought I could - in part to drive her away too, like I had every other good thing in my life. Still, deep down, as much as I "hated" her, I knew that I could always come back to her, and I did.

I finally grew up and now she lives with me. The roles have somewhat reversed.

However, all of the old behaviors come out when there are stresses in the household. She can still push my buttons, and I only rarely call her on it these days, I don't because I am grateful for what she did for me and at seventy -maybe it's too late to try and teach her new ones. At times I do call her on it, also in love, and try to teach her some of what I've learned, in hopes that it will help her, and also keep my husband sane.

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I don't know if this helps or not, please take from it what you can use and welcome to it.
 
BlackShanglan said:
God bless you for eschewing the dreaded mirror scene. :D
*snort* When I was ****teen and had "budding breasts" I couldn't look at myself in a mirror, except for abstract parts.

I am sure this isn't an uncommon experience.
 
gauchecritic said:
The real part of the post said:

"...they also suddenly realise that they are effectively (biologically) grown up.

This often means that they are naturally obliged to challenge the status quo, simply in order to either affirm their identities or to initiate the growth of a new one."

All the rest was gobbledegook.

But you just couldn't let it lie, could you?
If you had used more smilies we would have heard the laughter bubbling through your words. ;)
 
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