Four Days to Paradise

And so I have four more days of agony and waiting until I get to go to Boston. I can't tell everyone how excited I am...I've already tried and found that I failed miserably. My mother is excited for me and is teasing me mercilessly...much like everyone else is. *smiles* And I had a date this last weekend with Amanda that was amazing. I also have something akin to a date tonight but it is much more of an appointment. For everyone that knows what I'm talking about wish me a good time and for those of you that don't...well, be happy in your ignorant bliss.

Somehow it seems like every single second is drawing out so long and this day will never be over and that the days after it will take even longer. I can't wait to get off the plane and rush down to see him. I can't wait to kiss him and hold him and call him...xuth. Let's not get carried away here. I have an uncle named George and so it's just strange to think of calling my lover that. And all of you who are thinking naughty things are now declared perverts.

Anywhoo, so I am planning to be magnificent, marvelous and beautiful. Hopefully that means I'll turn out decent and still manage to be comfortable. (Dare I mention the short, black skirt that I gave up for comfort's sake because I could not manage it for longer than noon?) We all know that there are levels of comfort I will gladly give up and levels of comfort that will stay exactly where they are...dammit. *smiles*

Oh...and I need to go bra shopping. It appears that the time for my social rebellion has come to a close. Everyone bow your heads and say a prayer. It appears I will now begin to once again follow all of the social conventions I did in high school and that I rebelled against upon coming to college. I will now shave lots of my body hair for no apparent reason, wear all of my undergarments appropriately, keep my hair dyed one shade at a time and grow out my hair. Everyone tell me they will still love me if I appear to be normal. I promise I will still be my own unique self, even if I appear to have become mainstream.

Gender Roles in Marriage

My short term class for this year was on gender roles in the Arthurian Cycle which was then related to gender roles in society and modern life. This really makes me wonder about the gender roles in my own relations. My semi-domesticated partner and I definitely had gender roles in our relationship. But they were not quite conventional because I would cook, he would mow the grass...but he was incapable of handling any type of mechanical malfunction within our home and I was horrible at being motivated to clean. I can honestly say that there were quite a few nights when the words, "Honey, will you clean the bathtub so that I can take a bath? My shoulders hurt but it's looking kinda scary in there." came out of my mouth and he, being the wonderful man that he is, would go clean the bathtub. But by the same token I've also been in relationships where I cooked, cleaned and did the laundry and he played guitar and watched movies. Maybe the difference is sex. I've often noticed that I am far more likely to clean up after a man, or woman for that matter, if I am in love with them/having sex with them. My semi-domesticated partner was just that...someone that I shared my domestic life with but had no interest in sleeping with any more than he had any interest in sleeping with me. I love him...but in more of a "You-have-slept-naked-with-me-and-held-me-when-I-cried-at-night" kind of way. I think somehow I got it into my head that taking care of someone's household was showing them that I loved them. My mother does this all the time for my father...and she always puts the bread on his sandwhiches so that the tops don't match as her way of saying I love you. The question really becomes then, "Is it bad that I feel this way?" And I don't really think I know the answer.