[TW: dysphoria]
Recently, I had a conversation with a friend and they were explaining to me how they think about their genitalia. The analogy that they used was awesome, and I wanted to share (they said it was okay if I did). It’s probably common, but I’d never heard it before.
This is a paraphrased explanation of the exchange.
“I don’t acknowledge what’s down there. To me, there is nothing there. However when I talk about it with people, I call it the Guest Room. You know how when you have a guest room and people come over, that’s where they stay? The Guest Room is always the cleanest part of the house. When I’m having company, I make sure that it’s one of the most presentable rooms. I don’t really talk about my Guest Room— who really talks about their guest rooms, unless they’re having a guest? So when I do know I’m having company, I clean it up and invite them to stay there. Nobody stays in the Guest Room unless I invite them.”
Anyway, I thought this was really clever and that some of my followers might appreciate it. :P
yay
My friend moved to Denver from SF about two years ago. Her family is in Tahoe so she spent Christmas with them and then got a ride down to the city yesterday. She’s here until Friday! I love her. She’s like my sister. Luckily I got the guest room in some semblance of together before she arrived.
Having a guest room makes me feel like a grown up.
The week to come
(Love sign via)
“Which shall I do first, go upstairs and write that article that is due, or go out to the garden and pick lettuce and some roses before the frost spoils them?” I hesitated, wishing I could go in both directions at once. Just then the doorbell rang, and I chose a third direction, the steps down to the front door.” —Edith Schaeffer, On Hospitality
