I read The Two Male Sexual Appetites today, and now I’m sort of depressed. Not really depressed, but I’m sort of singing the modesty blues again. About once-per-month I get really irritated by all of the “you don’t look old enough to…” comments and the way men my age are scrupulous about Not Looking In My Direction while teeny-boppers holla at me in the mall, and I get the sudden urge to slap on about five lbs of eye shadow.
Which makes me very glad that I threw away all of my eyeshadow.
It must be a cyclical thing.
/playing to type
/first world problems