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Relativity by Bex., Puddin' Head, YellowBear, bridget orchid

April 6th, 2008 1:42 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Do something extremely pleasurable for one minute. Do something extremely unpleasurable for ten seconds. Compare and contrast.

I didn't mean it to turn out this way.


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Pleasure and Unpleasure can be defined quite differently for different people.


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AnnaOne, Lowteck, and Lank peruse some torture props in the dungeons of kink.com.

I didn't realize, going into this, precisely how Pleasure and Unpleasure are defined for me.
I am personally a little shocked to discover exactly how specific and local my definition turned out to be.
After this little experiment, however, I must confront that my terms are backed up by SCIENCE!


It turns out:

Pleasure is burying your face in something

Pain is nose torture

Who knew?





Pleasure #1:

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Beans.

My first thought of something Pleasurable that I would want to do for one minute:
Bury my face in a bowl of uncooked lentils. Mmm, so soft and slippy.
Such scrumptious texture. Mmm... All over my cheeks and eyelids.


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God knows why.

But this thought occurred to me and persisted and it was something I'd never done before and would never do otherwise (often my motive behind tasking).
O.K. why not.

It was everything I hoped it would be, although next time I might want a snorkel. I would do it again. With a kiddie pool. Mmm... I swear, try it. Pleasure. Words may not properly convey my experience of this task, hopefully my pictures will do the job.



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Unpleasure #1:
Nose hair.

Maybe there was a task somewhere or something (anyone remember it?) that made me realize the short-lived, yet excruciating Unpleasantness that comes from plucking a nose hair. The eye-watering, sneeze-inducing,
brain-imploding, yet temporary torture that is uprooting a sprouting schnoz strand.


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Highly Unpleasureable. But not devastating.
You can see, that though upset, I am still able to crack a smile. Mild whining may have been heard, but nothing out of hand.


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Pleasure #2:
Puddin' Head to The Face.


You want to resist the cuteness.

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You cannot.


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And neither can I. My immediate thought for solace and comfort
after my hair plucking pain, was to nuzzle up to my sweet kitteh,
Lunch. Soft, warm, vibrating belly hair on my cheeks, and exchange of
love and sweet sounds.

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Mmmm, so pleasurable. One of my most reliable places to turn in
times of difficulty.
Which may speak volumes about my life because by
the end of the minute, my taskmate was mildly miffed about the whole
thing.


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But after a good nights sleep…


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… we tried the whole thing again with more success.


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Unpleasure #2 and #3:
Misuse of Neti Pot.


Well, one of my favorite Unpleasures is emotional self-flagellation. But the normal running commentary in my head (“Oh gawd Bex, you are the most awkward klutz ever to putz your way into someone’s company! How can anyone stand to be around you without safety gear?!”), is so constant that it hardly seems to count as 10 seconds of Unpleasure.
Turns out its no trouble at all to turn this into physical reality.
Especially when you’ve clumsily, and with all your best intentions, misguided someone dear to you:


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to clear their own tortured, influenza-ridden nostrils by means of a neti pot (a means of flushing sinuses clean with warm saline solution poured in one nostril and out the other), which you have loaded with too much salt and then had to correct with no-salt. Oh the guilt. Where is my hairshirt? My lash?
To properly atone, I made the salt levels several times higher than those offered to my original victim. About two tablespoons to the cup of water (it turns out, you’re supposed to just use a pinch).


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Recalling his stoic irritation, I opted not to make an audio recording of this, thinking I could handle it as quietly and graciously as he.



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I was wrong.
I screamed and shrieked like a boiling lobster. The agony,
the sense of betrayal I felt, at myself, cannot be described, but may
perhaps visible here:

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The no-salt mixture, was a slight improvement. It made my ears pop. It made my brain feel like it was boiling. It made me cross-eyed desperate and then sullen. But it was an improvement over the death mix of salty salty salt water.
And it lasted longer than 10 seconds.

I was glad to have another pleasure to think up after this.
Then my roommate, Borchid, came home. My immediate thought for my next pleasure:




Pleasure #3:
Bosom.




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Boobies.
Sweet, soft, pillowy, warm tatas.
If I could get a mattress made of boobs.
Pillows made of boobs.
A winter coat lined in boobs.


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Fortunately I have a curvaceous and agreeable roommate who has learned not to ask questions.


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Boobies.

The ache in my sinuses began to subside in their suppleness. Mmmm…


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But then! Oh noes!

Unpleasure #4:
Picking Paws.


YellowBear determined to exact his revenge for the nose torture he had been forced to endure earlier! My tender nose was again viciously attacked!

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Big YellowBear paws are in fact less pleasant than they sound when they're inside your face.


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Note the psychotic gleam in his eye.

With an imbalance of Unpleasure to Pleasure, I had another full minute of joy with which to set things right. Mwah ha ha ha!





Pleasure #4:
Nuzzling.


With a little gentle encouragement, YellowBear agreed. Everyone loves to nuzzle the nooks of a plush, sweet, docile, cooperative, yellow, and compliant bear.


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After this series of tests, I must confess my confidence in my surprising yet irrefutable definition.
These are facts:



Pain is nose torture.

Pleasure is burying your face in something.




Final observations:

The pain of the 10 seconds of Unpleasure far outweighed and outlasted the minute of Pleasure every time.
And yet.
It may speak something of the dilemmas of human nature that in spite of this,
it was worth it.
Maybe it was the back-to-back pairing of pleasure and pain that brought to light the tendency to take for granted the humdrum mediocre moments of which my day is built. But I would still endure each Unpleasure again and again to receive the little Pleasures. The pains remind me that I'm alive and the pleasure remind me how much the minutes of my life are here to be enjoyed.

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posted by Lank on April 6th, 2008 1:52 PM

I smell a new Player Photo:

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Keen sense of smell...
posted by Bex. on April 6th, 2008 2:09 PM

And... done.

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posted by anna one on April 6th, 2008 2:22 PM

Boobies FTW!

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posted by .thatskarobot on April 6th, 2008 2:51 PM

lollerskates

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posted by Dax Tran-Caffee on April 6th, 2008 3:09 PM

Awww!

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posted by Sparrows Fall on April 6th, 2008 3:37 PM

It made me cross-eyed desperate and then sullen.

This was fantastic.

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posted by Scarlett on April 6th, 2008 3:59 PM

I. Love. You. So. Much.

And I'm totally with you on the boobies. Plus when hugging Miss B. they are at the perfect height for facing. (Sigh)

I've definitely subjected Lunches to that on more than one occasion...

*Missings!*

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posted by JJason Recognition on April 6th, 2008 6:22 PM

Umm.... I'm not sure that YellowBear was so much "sweet, docile, [and] cooperative" as "tied up and gagged against his will." Look in the mirror!

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posted by Lainthulu on April 6th, 2008 8:20 PM

So good!!

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posted by Bex. on April 6th, 2008 9:44 PM

JJason: He was docile once the tranquilizer dart hit his hide... >;)

Scarlatta: Missings! And its true, there's nothing quite like 6'2" with a huge rack. I don't even have to bend down to get a facefull of cleavage!

And I hadn't thought about it, but the Puddin' Head has, like, six nipples or something...
I feel weird now.

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posted by susy derkins on April 6th, 2008 10:21 PM

Bex is THE hero. Lentils. I might try that sometime. Your last paragraph got lightly salty water on my eyes...

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posted by The Animus on April 6th, 2008 10:28 PM

I agree with the boob mattress idea.... (Make it a task?)

Great observation, though, about putting your face in things. Some day some one will invent a machine to pluck your nose hairs (painlessly) while you get lost in a nice rack.

six-two?
posted by Fonne Tayne on April 6th, 2008 10:42 PM

ms. orchid consistently appears equal in height to me. regardless of footwear, or hairstyle.

one hundred ninety centimeters.

that mirror
posted by Fonne Tayne on April 6th, 2008 10:52 PM

p.s. note the psychotic gleam in your eye.


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six-two.
posted by Scarlett on April 6th, 2008 10:52 PM

Like Julia Child.

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posted by Jellybean of Thark on April 6th, 2008 11:15 PM

Oh, the beans. Yes, happy lentils. Lentils.

The lentils to, on, the face,

eyelids.

Pintos on the flesh of the palm, is pleasu

re.

Lentils good.

Smile it this make me.

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posted by Loki on April 7th, 2008 1:17 AM

Ahhhhh. It's like the introduction sequence in Amelie, but in tasking form. (note: that's supposed to be a satisfied sigh. I'm going to have to reconsider using "ah." Without context, it could mean anything.)

And, I note again that you have an astonishingly expressive face, Bex. Reading your praxes is like watching mime. Great mime.

And, now we all know the real story behind YellowBear's absence. Since when did "hibernating" become a euphemism for "being held hostage?" (What are your demands? I'm sure yellowbear's freedom is worth quite a lot to the sf0 community.)

Gumshoe indeed!
posted by Bex. on April 7th, 2008 2:54 AM

hehehehhh

haaa

mwaaahahahahahahahahaaaa

MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!



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posted by Adam on April 7th, 2008 5:56 AM

Much of this task is perverse and often baffling but the lentils really tip the scale in favour of awesome.

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posted by Lainthulu on April 7th, 2008 11:21 PM

Yes! I'm so glad this praxis snagged the high score! You guys totally deserve it.

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posted by zer0gee on April 8th, 2008 7:51 AM

Vote for kitty! Mmmmm, snuggly kitty....

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posted by rongo rongo on April 8th, 2008 11:13 AM

Be a little careful with those lentils though...you don't want to need a trip to the ER to remove legumes from your nose.

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posted by Scienceguru on April 8th, 2008 1:03 PM

Seems like you rather exceeded the stated duration of the task with one minute and ten seconds. But I guess doing things to excess is kind've the modus operandi.

Too much feel of attention-seeking for me to take this seriously.

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posted by Bex. on April 8th, 2008 2:14 PM

It's four sections of one minute Pleasures and 10 second Unpleasures.

And honey, attention-seeking is your modus operandi, which is fine with me, but your comments have too much feel of sophomoric inanity and deep personal issues for me to take them seriously.

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posted by Scienceguru on April 8th, 2008 2:46 PM

Trust me: given the exhibitionism, it would seem I know a little bit more about your personal issues than vice versa :>

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posted by Bex. on April 8th, 2008 3:02 PM

I offer them freely. It takes courage. Try it.

In the meantime, you are invited to not give me any attention.





And you are a lot more transparent than you seem to think, though less interesting.

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posted by JTony Loves Brains on April 8th, 2008 7:31 PM

Now girls, let's all get along, shan't we? I mean there are lentlils and boobs enough for all of us, aren't there?

Now, whose going to let me borrow a set for a little face- nuzzling...

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posted by Burn Unit on April 21st, 2008 1:15 PM

Fuck that too!

If we didn't all already know your particular area of interest was Loki, I for one would think you have a special animus to bex. Gads that's asinine.

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posted by Ben Yamiin on August 1st, 2008 1:35 PM

Bex! Where'd you get your Neti pot?

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posted by Minch on August 1st, 2008 1:59 PM

Oh my. I love you more and more and more... and completely agree about pleasure.

I love to bury my face in things... my lavender pillow, my (oh how i miss her) kitties pink tummy, other people's hair... and boobies. i so so so second the boobies. if i could bury my face in my own i don't think i'd ever leave my house. i'd just sit at home perfectly happy nuzzled in boobies.