Yup. lol. I was at my SOs house and I didn't have my reading glasses on. I saw what looked like a huge dead bug next to the bed. I cannot explain why I felt the need to get him to remove it. I could have just as easily gotten a tissue myself.Originally Posted by trisha59
But, there's something about feeling a bug crunch between my fingers that gives me the creeps. :p
I must admit, when I was younger my father took responsibility for all the more physically demanding jobs, and the chores that would require getting soiled more than the ordinary. He never even thought twice about it (just like I never thought twice about changing my children's poopy diapers). He was stronger than the rest of us, and he really didn't seem to mind getting his fingernails or his clothes dirty. Conditioning? I wonder if GGs condition themselves to enjoy being pampered and protected by allowing the men in their lives to do these things.
I remember when we were little, my brother did not mind at all picking up worms or frogs. :ick: And even when I am wearing an old Tshirt & blue jeans, I hate the thought of getting paint or grease on them but my brother and my sons don't seem to mind at all. I am thrilled when I have the chance to hold and cuddle someone else's new baby whereas my brother, even though he is a devoted single father of 4 mostly grown boys, does not actively seek to share the same experience, even in private. Hard wiring?
Samantha M, on my last comment about giving oneself permission to live femme, I posted it without thinking it through. I apologize. Of course it would be difficult to make this decision considering we do not live in a society that is enlightened about being trans, and also bearing in mind the internal struggles many TGs who do not know if they are TS experience.
