a c t i o n ][cursed][ 008

[diastereomer]

The network has certainly churned out a number of responses today, but I feel there has been a common misconception that should be addressed.

Sex is not simple.

There is no formula of in-out-in-out that achieves a magical simultaneous orgasm. What you get out of a sexual encounter is highly dependent on what you go into it knowing about yourself; at times, that may not be much, and that is perfectly acceptable. You have every right to be unsure, to try something just for the sake of seeing if it might be something you want to try again- and if not, then no harm done! There is a certain self-consciousness that permeates the realm of sexual encounters; a worry that if one asks questions they will seem incompetent or undesirable in some fundamentally flawed way, and that does nothing but hinder what could otherwise be a good time for all parties involved.

Intimacy is not necessarily defined by the parameters of a long-term relationship, but rather the level of honesty you achieve with the other person-- or persons, if that happens to be the case. Sex is messy and complicated and oftentimes not as linear as books, or television, or even our friends would like us to believe.

Sex is not a performance art, it is an endeavor in satisfaction. Not knowing is forgivable- sometimes you just can't tell- but not asking, not making sure you've completely satisfied your partner in every way you are capable of and comfortable with, is selfish and infinitely unattractive. Rest assured, you may not be able to tell the difference between bravado and skill, but your partner will.

So ask. Ask in the act. Ask after the act. Ask over some kebabs in the park-- just make sure that you give as good as you get.


(( ooc: backdated to sometime last night! ))

Comments

[entangles]

If the "deities" are advanced enough to have created a pocket universe, then mind control is possible.

[ And there's more to it than that, but she's not at liberty to say more. ]

Your colleague?

[diastereomer]

Or something closer to a mass hallucination, though the complexities inherent in that hypothesis have yet to resolve themselves.

Yes, three of them actually, though only one has quite the penchant for lists.

[entangles]

Complexities? [ A pause. ] Are you a scientist?

Could you give me his or her name? I'm a fan of lists myself.

[diastereomer]

Something of a biochemist cum pharmacist. [ Yusuf frowns because he's nothing of the sort down here. This is one of the most complex dreams he's ever encountered and it's frustrating to think he didn't engineer it. ] Hardly anything of the sort down here, though.

I feel as if I should ask what you do first. [ Not that there's really anything she could do if she were out to find out anything unsavory about Arthur, Yusuf still considers the request. Old habits die hard. ] Just for good measure, you know.

[entangles]

You could say that I have a particular interest in them. Scientists. If somehow you know any....

[ If she can find someone like Walter - or at least someone who could read Walter's notes (provided he left any,) then maybe she could find out more about this place, see if it somehow connects to the doomsday device or her universe's degradation.

But that means she's got to tell the truth. ]

I work for the FBI.

[diastereomer]

Well, I would consider myself a scientist, though entirely freelance. I suppose it depends entirely on what kind of scientist you are interested in. Research, theoretical, chemical, physical sciences? Most tend to have a specialty; science is a rather large field.

[ FBI??

Well, hello red flags!

Yusuf doesn't deal with his own government, let alone with the FBI. He's so rarely in the states, he hardly has to worry about them- though, on the other hand... Arthur and Dom... Depending on what time- or where- this agent is from, Dom could get in a mess of trouble if Yusuf sets her on their trail.

So, he tries for a smile. ]

Yes, but what do you do here?

[entangles]

Cosmology. Physics. Chemistry. Particularly someone well-versed in all three. A tall order, I know.

[ The sort of work Arthur and Dom participate in would certainly be under the patrol of the Fringe department, if they shared the same world. Luckily they don't, and luckily that Olivia has bigger concerns that dealing with mind thieves. ]

Here? I'm like you. Stranded. [ A beat.] I'm trying to find out more about this place.