pinkhairthing

I just read Dooce and she is back which is great, but I am not linking to her because I don't know how. It's dooce.com, ok? So she and her husband are tweezing each other and now I am wondering about myself. I don't believe in tweezing, squeezing, popping, plucking, or pooping mutually. I actually believe that people who plan on continuing to sleep together over the long term ought to keep some things private. If I am pooping, I do not wish the rmlp to be in the room with me, nor do I wish to be in the room with him if he is pooping. Likewise, i do not want to hear how it went, or what peculiarity was floating in the bowl thereafter. I do not wish to have my toenails bitten off by my rmlp. Is it weird of me to feel that a little mystery and privacy makes for sustainable eroticism? Do I need to swim in all the body leavings of my partner to know true intimacy?

And here is the thing. Is this connected to my general disinterest in/distaste for the whole marriage thing in general? Please, don't get me wrong. I love it when other people get married and I love my married friends. But I am not into it for myself. Are there two types of people? People who get married and tweeze each other and people who have roommate/life partners and poop alone? You people ought to have thoughts about this. Tell me something.