2 38 pm pdt [ she sings ]
I don't normally write about sex. You might have
noticed. The reasons are many-fold. Sex is a mutual activity between Matthew and I, and I don't feel
that it would be prudent to delve into those encounters in detail. My
diary is not secret, and I know my mom's boyfriend is reading and my mom
occasionally takes a peek. But the strongest reason is because I think it
is just too easy a topic. Everyone has sex; most everyone likes sex.
Sex is a great topic for in-person discussions, because people want to
talk about it and don't seem to get much of an opportunity to. But here,
it's too simple. I like things that are difficult. I like to push the
edge of my comfort zone:
As I said previously, recording my voice makes me
squirm. My voice, as I hear it, is quite different to my voice as
recorded, and I am still not used to it. In the interest of pushing
myself well into squirm-country, I have recorded myself singing. You can
find the words to the girl from Ipenema in my 02 April 2000 entry...
[Matthew has made an official report that neither of
these recordings sound like me. He says I sound tentative, while normally
I project. Like I said, it makes me very nervous...]
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