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Note: sorry this is long, but I'm saving the LJ cut for the really squicky stuff so that you won't hit one LJ cut, scroll down, and end up wandering into the squick.
It just dawned on me that Windows XP really does change how it works based on things I do. At first I was sorta creeped out by it, when I realized that the machine was turning off as soon as I pushed the power button. Er, let me start from the beginning. With Win98 I hadn't had to push the power button at all, it just turned itself off after I told it to shut down. (I miss that, and am leaving it on much more often because I just don't have the patience to wait for Windows to shut down.) Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor rebuilt it, and suddenly it was not only not turning itself off, but rebooting over and over. But that's all in the past, now. Now, I tell it to shut down, it closes Windows out, I push the power button and it turns off. I thought "It learned that was what I wanted to do," and I was creeped out, and then I thought "no, that's silly, it's a machine, machines don't learn. Eor must have changed something in the settings." Then I realized that, when I pull up the start menu, it shows me different programs depending on what I've used most often, lately. It does 'learn,' in a sense.
I have my peanut butter and jelly toast, and tea. The other day I mentioned to someone in the breakroom that I had seen cashew and almond butter, and considered getting them just for a change from peanut butter, only they were expensive and I didn't want to get caught up in an expensive habit. 'Someone' (yes, I remember exactly who it was, but he might not want his name bandied about) put in that almond butter has all kinds of things in it that are good for men's health, for the prostate gland and such. Y'know, I'm glad that my male co-workers feel comfortable to talk to me about their prostate glands. No, I'm not being sarcastic at all. It makes me feel not so weird for talking rather freely to certain male co-workers about the bad periods I've been having lately and the pains in my breasts. I don't talk to every male co-worker about things like that, and some of them really don't want to hear it, even if they're sympathetic to the general mood I have because of it, but it sort of surprises me to realize I feel comfortable talking to some.
And that reminds me... I was kicking the cat out of the bedroom the other night, and was reminded of my stepsister, when we were in high school, naming her cat "Spock" just so she could say, "Out, out, damned Spock!" Spock was the sub tom. I guess whenever you have two unneutered tom cats they have a dominance issue, and my Keegan was the Dom.
Okay, so I'm squicked about even writing about cat sex - human sex is way beyond me. Well, to be blunt: Keegan got sex when he wanted it, and Spock just had this expression of mild annoyance throughout the proceedings. He didn't look as if he were in pain, particularly, just a little disgruntled.
I've heard that cat sex hurts because male cats have spines on their dicks. That just seems really odd, to me. Why would it be that sex would be automatically unpleasant? Shouldn't it be at least somewhat pleasant for both parties, so that they'll want to do it? Because, aside from continuing the species, sex often seems to be used as part of social interaction, not only by humans but by various animals in various ways. Often for animals it establishes, or reinforces, or possibly even creates, pecking order. I'm sure for Keegan his only thought (if you could consider it a thought) would be "me horny - he's warm and will hold still if I bite his neck just so." But the essential point of that is that if Spock had gotten quite upset he might have fought back to the point where he either discouraged Keegan or one or the other got badly hurt. He didn't. Which meant he was lower on the pecking order, but he didn't seem to mind. Maybe he got something else out of it, maybe he just stayed out of Keegan's way when he could.
Does pecking order matter? Humans often want everyone to be equal, and I agree that everyone should be treated with respect, but obviously if I ignore my boss's orders entirely I'm out of a job, so there's always some pecking order.... anyway, that's a side note.
But at any rate, back to the prostates. My theory of why they exist: It stands to reason - my reason, at any rate - that it would encourage harmony if the one getting screwed got at least some pleasure out of it, so that they wouldn't kick up too huge a fuss and would stay in their place in the hierarchy. Hence the pleasure-wiring of the nerve clusters on the prostate glands. Males of the species who are going to get screwed by someone higher up the chain than them can have at least some chance of getting some pleasure from the situtation.
On the other hand, it could just be coincidence.
It just dawned on me that Windows XP really does change how it works based on things I do. At first I was sorta creeped out by it, when I realized that the machine was turning off as soon as I pushed the power button. Er, let me start from the beginning. With Win98 I hadn't had to push the power button at all, it just turned itself off after I told it to shut down. (I miss that, and am leaving it on much more often because I just don't have the patience to wait for Windows to shut down.) Then
eor rebuilt it, and suddenly it was not only not turning itself off, but rebooting over and over. But that's all in the past, now. Now, I tell it to shut down, it closes Windows out, I push the power button and it turns off. I thought "It learned that was what I wanted to do," and I was creeped out, and then I thought "no, that's silly, it's a machine, machines don't learn. Eor must have changed something in the settings." Then I realized that, when I pull up the start menu, it shows me different programs depending on what I've used most often, lately. It does 'learn,' in a sense. I have my peanut butter and jelly toast, and tea. The other day I mentioned to someone in the breakroom that I had seen cashew and almond butter, and considered getting them just for a change from peanut butter, only they were expensive and I didn't want to get caught up in an expensive habit. 'Someone' (yes, I remember exactly who it was, but he might not want his name bandied about) put in that almond butter has all kinds of things in it that are good for men's health, for the prostate gland and such. Y'know, I'm glad that my male co-workers feel comfortable to talk to me about their prostate glands. No, I'm not being sarcastic at all. It makes me feel not so weird for talking rather freely to certain male co-workers about the bad periods I've been having lately and the pains in my breasts. I don't talk to every male co-worker about things like that, and some of them really don't want to hear it, even if they're sympathetic to the general mood I have because of it, but it sort of surprises me to realize I feel comfortable talking to some.
And that reminds me... I was kicking the cat out of the bedroom the other night, and was reminded of my stepsister, when we were in high school, naming her cat "Spock" just so she could say, "Out, out, damned Spock!" Spock was the sub tom. I guess whenever you have two unneutered tom cats they have a dominance issue, and my Keegan was the Dom.
Okay, so I'm squicked about even writing about cat sex - human sex is way beyond me. Well, to be blunt: Keegan got sex when he wanted it, and Spock just had this expression of mild annoyance throughout the proceedings. He didn't look as if he were in pain, particularly, just a little disgruntled.
I've heard that cat sex hurts because male cats have spines on their dicks. That just seems really odd, to me. Why would it be that sex would be automatically unpleasant? Shouldn't it be at least somewhat pleasant for both parties, so that they'll want to do it? Because, aside from continuing the species, sex often seems to be used as part of social interaction, not only by humans but by various animals in various ways. Often for animals it establishes, or reinforces, or possibly even creates, pecking order. I'm sure for Keegan his only thought (if you could consider it a thought) would be "me horny - he's warm and will hold still if I bite his neck just so." But the essential point of that is that if Spock had gotten quite upset he might have fought back to the point where he either discouraged Keegan or one or the other got badly hurt. He didn't. Which meant he was lower on the pecking order, but he didn't seem to mind. Maybe he got something else out of it, maybe he just stayed out of Keegan's way when he could.
Does pecking order matter? Humans often want everyone to be equal, and I agree that everyone should be treated with respect, but obviously if I ignore my boss's orders entirely I'm out of a job, so there's always some pecking order.... anyway, that's a side note.
But at any rate, back to the prostates. My theory of why they exist: It stands to reason - my reason, at any rate - that it would encourage harmony if the one getting screwed got at least some pleasure out of it, so that they wouldn't kick up too huge a fuss and would stay in their place in the hierarchy. Hence the pleasure-wiring of the nerve clusters on the prostate glands. Males of the species who are going to get screwed by someone higher up the chain than them can have at least some chance of getting some pleasure from the situtation.
On the other hand, it could just be coincidence.
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And on another squicky cat-sex note, one litter of kittens can have several different fathers. Female cats don't go out of heat simply because they had intercourse. :-)
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our local health-food store has bulk cashew and/or almond butter - it is cheaper, if only because you can get a little and see if you like it/it's worth it, rather than $8/jar. I think it is cheaper anyway though.
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(And I always thought the multiple-fathers thing was rather cool, myself.)