BeachFeet

BeachFeet
Location
seattle, Washington, usa
Birthday
June 04
Bio
I'm a northwest native with an east coast soul, born in the mid-west. My extended family, with who I am most at home, is in or around Boston. Until I was 5 I lived between Ohio, North Carolina, Virginia and Georgia. One sister lives in New York. The other Miami. My dad was a 3 tour Cobra pilot in Vietnam. Although I resented the military (conformity, violence, war, control) my whole life, I am proud of his talent and bravery as a helicopter pilot. That’s about all I can say about him without my therapist’s coaching. My mother is a free spirit grown-up hippie (and they were married until I was 23!). She is smart and intuitive, professional and hilarious. But she keeps a lot of secrets, has terrible anxiety and is on the verge sometimes of becoming a hermit. From the two of them I take only their best and fight off symptoms of the rest. My sisters are smart, firey nut jobs who I dig a great deal. I am the responsible one. I'm single without kids. I have a horse and a dog though...the horse is nearly as expensive as a kid. Speaking of money, I earn it in the technology field. I’m currently in digital media, was formerly in IT, and before that, .com. It’s been fun and lucrative. I am insanely fortunate that this industry happened at a time when I was searching for a career. The upshot of being a single, childless professional who is approaching mid-life is the subject of my blog. As a late bloomer, a generally immature individual, I have always identified with being young. That’s a big problem when you aren’t young anymore and you still have a lot more life to live.

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MAY 20, 2009 1:49AM

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I knew I was a writer by the time I was in 5th or 6th grade. I even took it seriously when I was an angst-filled teen-ager and I have the journals and stories to remind me. But when the weight of my independence started to distract me and consume the time it takes to sit and write, I decided writing would be a luxury I would enjoy when I am old. And I focused on my career and on "living a rich life" that would be give me something to write about some day.

 I'll be 42 in a week or so. And my life, up to this point, has been rich. I am grateful for that, but I am sad about aging. I feared aging even when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I never wanted to be taller than my mother (who is 4' 11''). On my 22nd birthday my friends threw a party for me. I didn't attend because I'd deemed 21 the last good year. I spent my 22nd birthday in the student commons of Pacific Lutheran University watching the Tiananmen Square Massacre. (a proper blog would make that a link. I need to figure that out)

 Aging is this weird thing that consumes me. Is it an existential thing? I fight it. I'm confounded by the process. It offers no end of amusement, even while it grosses me out. I think I can talk about it from a place of experience, but at the same time I have no idea what I'm getting myself into with each birthday.

 I want to age gracefully. Who doesn't? But am I? And is there a better way to do it?

Here is where I'll explore all that. Here, on the cusp of 42. I should have named the blog "gray pubic hair"

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Oh, to be 42 again. Happy birthday one week early. Brazilian wax preceded by a generous application of 2% Benzocaine gel. You'll feel twenty. Welcome, rated.
I am 61. I'm not sure what Brazilian wax is, but pubic hair is
magnificent. I am sick of seeing shaved women. It's an attempt to de-womanize women, make them look pre-adolescent.That's just
plain pedophiliac sickness.
Celebrate your woman-ality.
Just what grosses you out? The best way to age gracefully is to embrace fully. Go to a gym keep your body in shape. Stay horny.
That keeps the juices flowing, and vaginas don't dry out.
42. Oohhh. You're a baby.
I had a gray chin hair and some eyebrows a few weeks ago ... it was rather startling ... but then again ~

Welcome!
At this point 42 is young to me. Grey hair? I feel lucky just to have hair. No need to fear aging. It is what it is. It is really what you feel inside that counts and being obsessed with any part of life just distracts you from where you really are. I'm finding that the ravages of age are easily ignored. I seem to see myself at whatever age I might be but those I look at with love are the same as the day we met.
Thanks for the supportive comments to my first ever blog. I just have to take issue with one comment.
Pubic hair.
I think it's silly to paint the whole removal process women go through as "an attempt to de-womanize women."

We circumsize boys for cosmetic reasons and unless you're Jewish, it's nothing more than cosmetic. Many men wax their backs and their "bikinis" these days. (imagine the pain of that!)
Do you wear make-up? Paint your toe-nails? Color your hair?

Everyone wants to be sexy. We modify ourselves to achieve our brand of sexy and no-doubt that's informed by media and whatever pop-culture mood of the day. We all do dumb things once in a while in hopes of looking more marvelous than we feel.

For the record, I lazered about 75% of mine off. And what remains is not yet gray. I just fear the day I find a gray pubic hair in the little patch I have. And I tease my aging friends about theirs. Thus my last sentence.
I stand by my comment, it's a personal opinion.
Enjoyed reading this early slice. Welcome!
happy birthday for you. You are a very attractive woman as i read in your bio. hope we can know each other well and sharing stories.free ads |part time jobs|walk in tubs