January 26, 2012 7 Comments
Yes, yes, I know, I’m doing this out of order. I haven’t done the sixth prompt yet on maps, sacred spaces, and goals, but I’m late and Deb’s more recent prompt is so much more readily available and easily writable. The seventh prompt is about appearances and presenting oneself to the world and other people, and how to make oneself look awesome if not their damn best.
Well, as it turns out, dear reader, I’ve been going through some changes lately. Up until last Wednesday, about a week ago, I had a respectable beard, shaggy hair, and glasses. Then I shaved the beard (even the sideburns!) and cut the hair rather short, then I got contacts, and then I got my ears pierced. I’m still in the shock phase about the ears being pierced bit, because even I’m still getting used to how I look. Needless to say, my friends were caught off-guard, and my family hasn’t seen it yet save my sister via Skype. Plus, now that the new year festivities (all of them) are finally in the past, I can focus again on settling down into a stable simple diet that my body approves of, which will help shed a few more pounds. Also, I ended up buying a few new clothes and affects in the shopping spree that was last weekend, so a good number of things have changed in a rather short time. That’s what you get for playing with fire energies for two weeks straight (a post on that coming soon).
Let’s go through a few of the items Deb proposes in the prompt:
- Makeup’s not my thing. Never been much into theater or drag, and I’m on the more masculine end of the spectrum anyway, so I don’t have a need for that kind of cosmetic.
- I’ve got plenty of clothes, and it mostly fits me appropriately. I’m not big into tailoring, and the farthest my skills go with mending are fixing buttons and inside tears, but I would like some more fitted shirts. If I do start getting clothes altered, it won’t be until later this year when I have more money to throw around recklessly and my next student loan (or both of them!) are knocked out of the way. I’m not missing anything, save for perhaps more snappy shirts or pants, but I’ve got plenty of things to cover a wide variety of situations and styles. Especially Middle Eastern clothes, I love that shit. (Check out Shukr for good styles.) Also, when I got contacts last week, I also went ahead and got a new pair of (rather expensive) stylish glasses. I’m excited! In tandem with the piercings and recent interest in industrial/electronica, I’m tempted to start exploring more goth-ish styles of appearances. To be explored.
- Ever since I was warned about the beginnings of gingivitis showing up on my gums late last year, I’ve taken hygiene much more stringently with myself. Yes, I’m brushing my teeth thoroughly twice a day with flossing and tongue-scraping; I’m using astringent with salicylic acid to take care of a few zit problems, I’m using the proper amount of high-quality shampoo and conditioner for my hair in a proper manner (twice or thrice a week), and I’m trying to cut out nailbiting. You’d be surprised how easy it is to pick that habit up if you’ve got thin nails, oddly enough.
- I eat healthily enough, and it’s very far and few between that I have something as heavily processed as fast food or premade meals. I only just brought out my microwave from storage so I can heat up water for cleansing my piercings in a jiffy, so I end up cooking almost everything I eat. I drink when I’m thirsty, and tend to stick to coffee, tea, water, and milk (in that order); when pressed, I’ll down an energy drink, but that’s about it (I’m a caffiend, after all). I don’t, however, do much physical activity. That’s definitely a weak point. I try to walk to local stores and bars whenever possible, but even that’s not too often. Sigh. Between work, commute, conjuration, sleep, and study, though, the time I have for working out is limited. At least I’m living a healthy proper scholar’s life, though I might do well to pick up tai chi or yoga.
What magic might I be doing for my physical body?
- I’m not against enchanting a bottle of my favorite cologne under the powers of Venus to look more attractive and desirable. That’s already been stewing on my altar.
- People at work have noticed and complimented the change in hairstyle, but nobody’s said anything about the piercings yet. The silence kinda irks me, but it’s not unexpected, either; in an IT office in the government, when you’re the youngest person around, having piercings on a guy is pretty much unseen (especially the ones I have). I might try my hand at actually making a glamour for myself, or at least having a shield of attraction and compliments set up to see if that changes people’s impressions of me.
- I may as well ask my genius and the angels of Haniel and Kammael for help in finding suitable physical recreational activities like those mentioned above, even if it’s only for more excuses or causes to go out clubbing (dancing + subsequently hooking up). I do miss dancing, but there are few enough clubs close to me and I dislike having to go to the city and leaving early to catch the train. Whine whine whine.
Beyond that, my body. (Warning, self-adoration approaching.) I’m tall, broad-shouldered, thin (so I’m told), pleasantly hairy (so I claim), and I love it. I like being one of the tallest people in the room, if only to chuckle; the frame I have helps intimidate, if not outright help me for strength on the rare occasions I need to use it; I’m an average weight (just slightly overweight according to the BMI, but screw that whore of a metric) and carry it well enough to turn heads; my body hair is uncommon (pretty much all gay guys are hairless, by choice or no, and it’s so depressing) and it helps sift out the guys I should sleep with from the ones I shouldn’t. I’ve got thick dark hair that is apparently the envy of all women even though I find it more frustrating than not; I’ve got naturally long hands, perfect for crafting and typing; I’ve got big enough ears to host plenty of piercings (evidently); I’ve got large flat feet that love going outside bare across all terrain and temperature; and I can rock a beard, goatee, scruff, or nothing with equal suaveness. Yes, my body has flaws; who’s doesn’t? My body’s awesome. Thank you, body, for being so awesome and looking so awesome. Gotta love that Taurus rising, eh? XOXO, etc.