Ugh, just had a session where I had to talk with T about my sex life. *shudder*

I think it’s made worse because he’s a heterosexual man and I am a reasonably heterosexual woman and I feel this weird thing where... like, I am a potential object of his desire, but since I’m ugly he will never desire me and that’s kind of humiliating. (I know that’s a little convoluted; I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone but me.) And somehow talking about sex with him (or really anything having to do with my body) makes that feeling worse.

But this morning, when I was still in Vermont, was lovely. My med school mentor made me a breakfast of toast with homemade jam, and fresh berries with cream. I shared the leftover cream with a very pleased cat.