![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
When I told Adam how badly my lower back has been hurting, he helped me stretch it out, and then he picked me up and cracked my back -- something that has not been done in ages. I bonelessly slid to the floor, ecstatically drugged with the thrill of my spine finally unfolding and realigning. Adam is an amazing back-cracker. His methods make me unable to speak, think, or move for a good several minutes.
Afterwards, Adam remarked that I was taller. I told him to prove it and handed him the measuring tape. Sure enough, I was back at my full height -- 4'11". I really am four feet eleven inches. Oh, and a quarter. The time I was measured at the doctor's was probably when I had not stretched out my spine enough. Which means that the more yoga and Pilates I do, the more my spine will keep its flexibility, which means I will stay 4'11" and 1/4. This pleases me. This pleases me very, very much.
Adam is also amused/impressed by me wearing actual makeup. When he first met me, I would not even wear lip gloss, and he would listen to my mother beg to apply makeup on me, and pull me into the bathroom to do so (she used to be a fashion illustrator/designer and part-time makeup artist). I would always gasp in amazement as my face completely transformed into art, Mom would say how truly beautiful I really was, Adam would be impressed, and then at the end of the day I would wash it all off.
In the shower last night, I lifted my face to Adam and asked if all the eye makeup had been washed off. His response was, "Wow, you're wearing eye makeup!" and I said, "Yes! Mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow, even."
Later, after the sex, when I said the room was hot, Adam taught me how to draw power from the earth, the sun, and the moon, to help regulate my own energy, including body temperature. Adam hardly ever announces when he's using magic, he just does it. No offerings to spirits or gods, no praying, no anything. It's just a part of him, it's what he does. He told me his theory about every person being his/her own universe, with his/her own reality, being his/her own god, divinity from within. I tried to counter that logic, until he pointed out that even if several people were observing the exact same thing, it was at different angles, different perceptions, through different eyes and different minds, each person seeing something different in the same thing. Each person existing in an individual universe, all human universes interacting, sometimes trying to control another, all trying to work together -- but ultimately individual and alone within themselves; no one can truly know what anyone else is completely thinking, seeing, knowing, or experiencing, he said, we can only perceive and try to comprehend.
A rather fascinating theory. And at the time it made sense, even though now I could not explain it fully if I tried.
More yoga and Pilates tonight.
Afterwards, Adam remarked that I was taller. I told him to prove it and handed him the measuring tape. Sure enough, I was back at my full height -- 4'11". I really am four feet eleven inches. Oh, and a quarter. The time I was measured at the doctor's was probably when I had not stretched out my spine enough. Which means that the more yoga and Pilates I do, the more my spine will keep its flexibility, which means I will stay 4'11" and 1/4. This pleases me. This pleases me very, very much.
Adam is also amused/impressed by me wearing actual makeup. When he first met me, I would not even wear lip gloss, and he would listen to my mother beg to apply makeup on me, and pull me into the bathroom to do so (she used to be a fashion illustrator/designer and part-time makeup artist). I would always gasp in amazement as my face completely transformed into art, Mom would say how truly beautiful I really was, Adam would be impressed, and then at the end of the day I would wash it all off.
In the shower last night, I lifted my face to Adam and asked if all the eye makeup had been washed off. His response was, "Wow, you're wearing eye makeup!" and I said, "Yes! Mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow, even."
Later, after the sex, when I said the room was hot, Adam taught me how to draw power from the earth, the sun, and the moon, to help regulate my own energy, including body temperature. Adam hardly ever announces when he's using magic, he just does it. No offerings to spirits or gods, no praying, no anything. It's just a part of him, it's what he does. He told me his theory about every person being his/her own universe, with his/her own reality, being his/her own god, divinity from within. I tried to counter that logic, until he pointed out that even if several people were observing the exact same thing, it was at different angles, different perceptions, through different eyes and different minds, each person seeing something different in the same thing. Each person existing in an individual universe, all human universes interacting, sometimes trying to control another, all trying to work together -- but ultimately individual and alone within themselves; no one can truly know what anyone else is completely thinking, seeing, knowing, or experiencing, he said, we can only perceive and try to comprehend.
A rather fascinating theory. And at the time it made sense, even though now I could not explain it fully if I tried.
More yoga and Pilates tonight.
