NemoAlia
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- Jul 31, 2001
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I hate to kneel. It's awkward, uncomfortable, silly, boring, and usually involves domesticated animals coming to investigate an invasion of their altitude.
But more than having to kneel, I hate being expected to crawl. It's all the awkwardness and discomfort of kneeling with the added confusion of how to do it in the first place. I mean, seriously. In fiction, crawling is always graceful (even if it's tear-stained). Roquelaire-style crawling involves swaying hips, delicate blushes, and dampening vaginas. But in my own experience, being ordered to crawl is the beginning of an interior monologue that goes like this:
Fuck.
This floor is dusty.
Should I look forward?
Wait, it's left-arm, right-leg... then switch. I think. Or is it the other way around?
Oh, there's that sock I couldn't find.
Ouch, my wrist!
Should I pick up my feet? Brace my toes on the floor like a sprinter about to take off?
Or just drag my legs behind me like a landlocked mermaid?
I can't believe he likes it when I do this.
Who knew the hallway was this long?
When I get to that bed, I'm going to cocoon myself in those covers and never come out. Sex is overrated in the first place.
Anyone have any tips on improving the crawling experience? I keep thinking that if I learned to feel graceful (or even remotely attractive) while doing it, I might enjoy it more.
Of course, if you have no helpful advice but just want to throw an odd "Poor baby" my way, that would be nice too!
But more than having to kneel, I hate being expected to crawl. It's all the awkwardness and discomfort of kneeling with the added confusion of how to do it in the first place. I mean, seriously. In fiction, crawling is always graceful (even if it's tear-stained). Roquelaire-style crawling involves swaying hips, delicate blushes, and dampening vaginas. But in my own experience, being ordered to crawl is the beginning of an interior monologue that goes like this:
Fuck.
This floor is dusty.
Should I look forward?
Wait, it's left-arm, right-leg... then switch. I think. Or is it the other way around?
Oh, there's that sock I couldn't find.
Ouch, my wrist!
Should I pick up my feet? Brace my toes on the floor like a sprinter about to take off?
Or just drag my legs behind me like a landlocked mermaid?
I can't believe he likes it when I do this.
Who knew the hallway was this long?
When I get to that bed, I'm going to cocoon myself in those covers and never come out. Sex is overrated in the first place.
Anyone have any tips on improving the crawling experience? I keep thinking that if I learned to feel graceful (or even remotely attractive) while doing it, I might enjoy it more.
Of course, if you have no helpful advice but just want to throw an odd "Poor baby" my way, that would be nice too!