to add on to this post:
[cw for bugs/arachnids/spiders and unsettling junk]
I had a dream the other night that the back of my father’s shirt was covered in spiders. Big ones, small ones, a range of different sizes, some tiny, some big as a fist, and I was trying to alert him to the fact and swat them off for him but there were so many and they were sticking to him like glue.
When I woke up, my first thought was to tell my dad that I had a dream about him and what all happened in it. Then I realized that he might not actually enjoy hearing about that, anymore than your ordinary jordan would enjoy hearing about the time a scorpion dropped from the ceiling onto my neck and stung me there when I tried to get it off me.
This doesn’t go for 100% of people, but I think there’s a lot of people who, upon hearing those stories, would cringe out of empathy, imagining themselves in the situation automatically upon picturing it or simply feeling uneasy at the thought.
Sometimes that’s me & sex.