The ex is doing a large woodcut of me nude in the prospective that I'm standing over her face. Basically a cunt shot. She asked me if I was flattered by it. From a distant point of view- I like the drawing. It will make a sweet print. I remember modeling for it. She tells me she chose the image from her sketchbook subconsciously before realizing it was me.

Then she asked how I like being the dominant one in my relationship. I said, "who says I'm the dominant one?". She tells me she knows I am. I am wondering since when did she declare me the bitch in our relationship? I remember us agreeing that the power was equal between us whenever someone would ask us who was the dominant one/ "man".



In my swimming class, since I passed the university swim test, I've become one of three TA's in the class. Should be an easy A, however, I have to help teach adults how to swim. Many of which are TERRIFIED of the water and believe they will drown even in the 4 ft we wade about in. Nothing I've said has really helped anyone cause they have blocked any mental possibilities of themselves being able to survive in water.

I take off my glasses in the pool and become extremely blind... I am going to get contacts soon. It'll be weird seeing myself sans glasses. I can back away maybe 2-3 ft from the mirror before my reflection is blurred. I am terribly near sighted.
A recessive trait.